the feeling hasnt gone yet

28 Feb

I just read the Today’s paper and it featured Budapest. As my eyes excitedly scanned the whole article, a wave of familiarity passed me.

Goosebumps spread all over me as i reflect back on my travelling experiences. Despite being alone, it was most memorable. Fortunately, i wasn’t alone in the huge cities- London and Paris, had wonderful friends to be my guide. Honestly though, i wouldn’t want to travel alone anymore, it gets lonely BUT that made me more inclined to strike conversation with random strangers or fellow travellers throughout my journey. The trials, the sights, the mountains, the snow, the locals, the other travellers, the self-discovery, the history, the languages…each trip was special in its own way. I loved Bosnia the most, the beautiful in my eyes. Don’t trust me too much because i’m biased towards Bosnia, even before stepping foot on Bosnian land.

My train ride before reaching Bosnian turf, was amazing! Met a couple of travellers from Hongkong and Canada. I should tell you how i talked to them in the first place( i will save it for another time). The night i arrived in Sarajevo, Bosnia, it was cold and quiet. A Bosnian lady offered to bring me to my hostel and i agreed without any coaxing, the lethargy from a 12 hour train ride wore off my defenses and senses.

I followed her on a tram without paying, i learnt from my mistake of not paying in Bratislava. But in this case, i didnt have any choice as I just came from Hungary and only had Forints and Euros which they accept neither. It was 9.30pm, which means no banks are open for exchange.

So this cute lady said,” No worry, i see, i see. If check we go down.”

Which means she will look out for the bus inspector for me. A smile slowly crept to her face as she added,” later give me little bit ( action for money).

I noded my head, too tired to think. Being alone for long, I conveniently let my guard down, placed my trust in her. (and Allah of course)

After alighting, she brought me on a short walk, alas arriving in front of a building in a back alleyway. She waited patiently as i fished into my oversized coin purse to place most of what was left of my Euro coins  into her waiting hand, as a sign of gratitude. We bid our goodbyes and i was alone again.

The hostel has a security camera and i had to speak like an idiot into it. After gaining access into the building, i climbed 10 flight of stairs to the top floor. Greeted pleasantly by A, the owner of the hostel then invited me into a comfortable living room. I was escorted to my room by A as he made conversation with me…” so you booked a 10 bed mixed dormAND that caught me by surprise as i almost always book female dorms. He was kidding of course but i was so blur after a long journey, i almost believed him.

Imagine not bathing for 3 days, im excluding the NS guys here. Heavenly bath! I asked thousand and one questions about getting around and food etc. Maybe i had more because he was cute 🙂  

I shared the room with 3 young Serbian journalists who treated me like I was their long lost friend. We had fruit tea and turned in soon after.


Loud noises woke me from my restful sleep as the Serbian girls were packing and leaving that day. I sat up on the upper deck, casually gazed out of the window. I didnt know what i was seeing! There were some white substance on the roofs of nearby buildings. Slowly, my mind registered the answer- it was snow. Since when did it snow in Bosnia? I didnt know it snowed there. I went to the washroom and the view from the window was magnificent; snow on mountains!!! Goosebumps spread all over my body as i watched in awe at God’s beautiful creation.



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