A new day brought sunshine which was a relief. I was down for breakfast at my hotel, The Stari Grad at a reasonable time, because I wanted to look around before I left.

The Banja Luka Gate...

On top of the hill was the castle built by the Bosnic kings and later taken over by the Ottomans. All around the tiny cobbled streets were ancient buildings, It was so beautiful.

St Stephen's Church in Jajce...

Through the town park ran a huge river swollen by months of heavy rain. The town park ended abruptly with a 20 metre high waterfall. It was a sight to behold, especially with the power of the water.

The waterfall in Jajce...

I was amazed at the soviet era ruins in the park, It looked like crack head central. This place had tourist appeal by the bucket load but it just needs a little work to be a world class attraction.

I set off carefully as the day before large rocks had fallen on the road with the heavy rain. It was clear running in any case, apart from the ever changing speed limit and speed traps.

Abandoned housese everywhere...

The poor riding conditions were made better by kids waving and wanting me to pull a wheelie for them. I just waved back. A new motorway was being built and some of the ways through were hilarious. The prescribed route would take you through the building site, and this road was of the same significance as the M6 in the UK.

Finally it was into Sarajevo and driving got very 'medieval'. Some scooter riders didn't even bother with helmets, it appeared to be mandatory for pillion riders to go lidless.

I think Bankys has been outdone here...

I found a lovely hostel down a tiny side street close to the old town. At the end of the street is an arresting mural on a wall of a soilder with a rifle and says "I love my city, I defend my city".

The impresive Gazi Hurev-Begs Mosque in the centre of town.

No shouting, smoking, mobile phones, machine guns, dogs, bicycles, tarty clothing, eating or getting fresh.... Am I reading this sign right?

There are bullet holes everwhere! The city is great, a real multicultural mix. The Bazzar of the old town was particularly good. Mosques and churches stood side by side, cafes were everywhere with people sipping increadibly strong black coffee and watching the world going by.

Sarajevo's Pidgeon Square, the hub of the city (for Pidgeons)

I ate out at a little muslim café and got of to a storming start by asking for a beer in really bad bosnian. Not a good start, but I got some good nosh.

Back at the hostel, I started to read Terry Pratchett. It then turned midnight!