It only takes about 30 mins to get to the Croat-Bosnian border. Towards the massive all manner of grey mountains, and up up up! We get to the border on a windy ledge half way up said mountain. And wonder if we will get through ok. When we get to the little blue cabin, a police man, smartly dressed says something to Leon and he mumbles something back. The police man looks a bit cross and says ‘I don’t know what you are saying!’ Quite abruptly and I see a flash of intolerance in his eyes. Leon waves a fistful of Croat notes at him and says ‘we pay?’ And the police man chuckles to himself, ‘No, no! Passport!’. We oblige and also show him the rental car paperwork & the police man scan it. We get waved on. That’s it. How strange! I was a tiny bit nervous there for a moment. But I’m pleased to report Leon’s orifices are intact!
We drive for 2 more hours, stopping twice, one for me to wee in an abandoned building (below), and one to grab some fluids and some Bosnian cakes for a car snack (below).
