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I won’t say I’m blaming this all on Emilia, but I’m blaming this all on Emilia - Mostar, Bosnia - Day 198
We boarded our plane and flew to Sarajevo.
I tried to sleep on the plane and my ear got blocked.
We flew through customs and tried to find a cab.
We got in a cab and the driver took the taxi sign off the roof and put it in the back seat.
We couldn’t understand him, but we think he said something about the border and police.
Huh.
We made it to the bus stop the person on the phone had instructed us had a bus leaving to Dubrovnik at 3pm.
The bus did not exist.
It was now the winter season anymore.
There was no bus until 10am the next morning.
We needed to be in Dubrovnik by midday.
We were 6 hours away.
I still could not hear.
A man tried to convince us he would drive us to Dubrovnik for 120 euros.
We said thanks but no thanks.
We found a bus to Mostar that should get there at 2.45pm. There was a bus from Mostar to Dubrovnik at 3pm.
We got on that bus.
It was 40 degrees.
The scenery was beautiful but I felt so sick I could not keep my eyes open to view it.
What even is Bosnian money?
Emilia got off the bus to get us water and almost didn’t get back on it.
I had to stand up and yell at them to wait for her while an old guy tried to steal her seat.
We made it to Mostar at 3.05pm. Missed the bus.
I still could not hear.
Emilia found us a bus at 7am the next day. We should arrive in Dubrovnik at 11am. We needed to be there by 12.30pm.
What a relief.
We found ourselves a hostel with a sweet little grandma that made us drink massive glasses of juice. We were stuck in Mostar, Bosnia, for the evening so we decided to make the most of it. First stop, shower. And then, my ear unblocked! Everything was looking up, Millhouse. Clean and I could hear and we had a bus booked for the morning. At this point, it was going to be a miracle if we made it to our boat by midday so it was finally time to just relax and enjoy wherever the hell we were. Where were we again? Oh yeah, Mostar. Mostar is surprisingly amazing and became an unexpected highlight of my whole trip. We headed down to the main town centre via the river and found ourselves at the Mostar Bridge, a bridge that was famously bombed in the Yugoslavian war and then rebuilt. Divers from the local diving club jump off its 21 meter height and plunge themselves into the 12 degree water below. It’s so cold that they have to wash themselves down with cold water before hand so their bodies adjust to the temperature. My stomach did flips just watching them. We then found ourselves at a Bosnian restaurant and ordered the biggest meat plate for two I’ve ever seen. Sausages, steak, minced meat, chicken, kebabs, tomato, and feta, we ate our hearts out here. My favourite activity: eating. We looked at some little shops and then went to bed early after watching an episode of parks and recreation. After probably the most stressful day of my entire trip, everything turned out quite nicely and now I really want to go back to Bosnia to experience that beauty on a day I can actually manage to keep my eyes open.
The amazing race challenge for this leg should be obvious. Get yourself from Istanbul to Dubrovnik for under AU$250. We’re not quite there yet, tune in next time to see if we actually make it onto our boat.
Until then,
Sarah x
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Was this really a good idea? - Pamukkale - Day 197
Hello! I have returned. And while it may not seem like it, this blog is still going!
We left Cappadoccia at around 10.30pm on that fine traveller’s friend, the overnight bus. You may recall from all those months ago that me and the overnight bus were quite good friends in Central America (which was not the case for Mattie, eheh). I have been blessed with a rare gift that allows me to sleep pretty much anywhere, and I know only one person that is better at this than me: Emilia Higgs. That girl can sleep ANYWHERE. Power nap standing up on a peak hour Istanbul train? Done. Nap in every lecture theatre at uni? Done. This girl is a master sleeper and so we thought we were set. We were Captain Snooze and her sidekick Snore-a-lot.
Turns out, though, Turkish buses hate everyone. Instead of just driving through the night and leaving us to our delightful slumber, they stopped every two hours and turned all the lights on so it felt like the fluorescents were burning into our souls. Those lights were our kryptonite, and so we arrived in Pamukkale at 7am feeling severely snoozey. We had a little under 12 hours in Pamukkale before we were flying back to Istanbul and we were so not ready to make the most of it. I wish I had an interesting tale to tell about our day exploring but essentially we just explored the calcium carbonate still waterfalls, tried to figure out if they were calcium carbonate or salt (no this totally did not include me trying to eat some of it, why would you ever suggest something as dumb as that?), had a nap on a bench, wished we could go hang gliding and cursed our lack of sleep. We also ordered some chips, looked at some ruins and climbed up a big hill. Whattaday.
The amazing race challenge here will be what we wished we could have done: hang gliding. Are you scared of heights or will you jump off that cliff like it’s nothing?
As our day of exploring this natural wonder was winding down, we decided to check out travel itinerary for the next day. We were flying from Pamukkale to Istanbul that night, and then had the surprisingly massive task of getting from Istanbul to Dubrovnik the next day. Due to late organisation and expensive flights, we were flying to Sarajevo, Bosnia, the next morning and then catching a bus to Dubrovnik. However, while we were sitting there eating our slightly cold chips Millie realised something. Our bus was booked from Dubrovnik to Sarajevo, instead of the other way around. Shit. She rang up and checked there was another bus we could catch and we found out there was one at 3pm. Perfect. We will still be on track to get to Dubrovnik in time to get our boat. We left Pamukkale after eating some questionable meat for dinner and ended up delayed in the airport. Apparently, planes hate me and love leaving me in airports. It didn’t really matter though because we were to sleep in Istanbul airport that night, where Emilia proved once again that she is the superior sleeper by getting a solid 7 hours sleep on the tiled floors while I listened to the entire backlog of Stuff You Should Know Podcasts and finishing the season of Pretty Little Liars I had brought with me. Me and airport floors are great friends by now (never forget the JFK airport debacle of June 2015), you’d think they’d be kinder to me. But alas I did not sleep and those that know me well know that I do not cope with this situation as normally I sleep anywhere.
Emilia awoke and we lined up to get our flight to Sarajevo. Join me next time to find out if that 3pm bus to Dubrovnik actually existed (spoiler alert: it did not. Get ready for an adventure).
Until then,
Sarah x
Up in the Air - Cappadoccia, Turkey - Days 195-196
After being cleaner than I’ve ever been in my entire life we were ready to get out of the city and back into nature as we headed off the the airport to make our way to Goreme, Cappadoccia.
Cappadoccia is known for two things, a very unique landscape that my mum described as looking like “rock marshmallows”, and hot air ballooning. How does a place become known for hot air ballooning? Who the hell knows, but that is the thing to do here and the whole reason we came. I think it has something to do with the fact that they have almost perfect ballooning conditions every damn day. We got in quite late and organised our balloon trip as soon as we checked in for our second morning in this amazing place. We were staying in a cave, to the point that if you touched the walls bits of rock would crumble to dust on your fingers. This was definitely something new.
After a much needed sleep in, organisation session and a delicious turkish breakfast (chopped tomatoes, cucumber, cheese, boiled eggs and bread with honey, turkish breakfast is definitely a breakfast I can get excited about), Emilia and I headed out to the Goreme Open Air Museum. We walked out there through the barren landscape and it really looked like we were on the moon. The museum consisted of numerous hidden caves in these rock columns that were once used as churches by a hidden community. Most of the frescos are in tact and some of them are as vibrant and colourful as anything you’d see restored in Italy or Spain, yet they are in these caves in the back end of nowhere in Turkey. We were not expecting these paintings so it was really quite amazing. We also tried some Turkish Ice cream, which came quite literally with bells and whistles, and a few fun tricks. After our little adventure in the museum we got lunch (gozleme - I’m actually obsessed with turkish food) to fuel up for our afternoon hike through the Rose Valley.
The Rose Valley was an afternoon adventure that made Millie and I show our true colours, both in terms of our own personalities and also how long we had spent exclusively in each others company over the last few months (hint: it’s been a lot but there’s a long way to go). There was no fighting, but there was a weird sentence-at-a-time story about a bear that was in love with his doctor and lived for the ballet, and, quite naturally, we got very lost. As we were walking out to find the beginning of the hiking trail, not entirely sure where we were going, we passed a sign that simply said: “Every soul will have a taste of death“. Promising. Turns out that was the cemetery, and not an extreme warning, and so we continued on and eventually found ourselves following spray painted arrows on natural rock walls that simply said “Rose Valley”. They didn’t look legit but we seemed to get to pretty places pretty quickly. Goreme’s other hiking valley is known as the Love Valley, as the ‘fairy chimneys’ in that valley look very much like, to put it bluntly, dicks. So we made it our mission in the Rose Valley to find a fairy chimney that looked like a vagina. You know, women power and whatever. And we were successful! Well done us! Our hike was off to a wary yet promising start and after almost every corner we were stunned by more magnificent landscape and the feeling that we were very alone in this place. The Rose Valley is known for changing colour with the movement of the sun, from your standard sandstone to a rosey red hue to shades of purple. We were there just before sunset, which was not great for getting lost but excellent for seeing the range of colours this seemingly barren valley could take on. After a couple of hours of following the dodgy graffiti, we eventually found our way out of the valley (that was seeming unlikely for a while) and discovered we had a few kilometers to walk back into town. We started walking back, trying to distract ourselves, when we saw that glowing light that indicates a free taxi. A TAXI! IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE! We had found our miracle and the driver laughed at us forever for how excited we were to see him. We couldn’t have been more excited to be returning and having a shower. Our clean feel was definitely gone by now.
For dinner that night, our love for turkish food was only enhanced when we tried the Cappadoccian specialty of Testi Kebap. This kebap was essentially a stew that was roasted in a woodfire oven to cook both the food and the pottery it came in. It comes to your table in a pot with the lid fireovened shut, the run a knife around it, hit it with a hammer, and remove to top, all while it is on fire on your table. We weren’t quite sure how to eat this flaming plate in front of us but once we figured it out it was delicious and I wish I could get another one here in Sydney. Perfect wintery day treat right there.
We went to bed (sort of) early after trying our hand (and lungs) at shisha (rebel rebel these two look at us go) because we had to be up at 4am the next morning to go on our hot air ballooning adventure. 4am came and we got picked up and taken out to the ballooning site to balloon at sunrise. I’m not really sure how to write about it because it was just so amazing to see but the actual story itself isn’t the most interesting. It’s surprisingly not scary to go up in as the basket is pretty solid and goes up to your chest so you cannot fall out. I couldn’t tell what was more amazing about this trip, the landscape we were flying over (including the Rose and Love valleys) or the site of hundreds of balloons going up in the air at the one time. I think I eventually decided it was the balloons, and if you’ve been keeping up with the snapshots you’ll understand why. It was something you won’t really see anywhere else in the world and it was definitely a highlight of the trip. We flew for an hour and marvelled at the balloons, sunrise and the fact that we actually made it here. Once we landed we had the traditional champagne toast (at 6am. Perfect drinking hour of course) that they used to do because you cannot tell where a balloon will land and so they would appease angry farmers by giving them champagne. We got to deflate the balloon by running on it and Millie and I revealed our true children selves by being way too enthusiastic about that. We were back by 9 and ready for another turkish breakfast. We took the rest of the day easy, having another turkish bath and making sure we were entirely clean for our next leg of the journey.
Cappadoccia is basically a land of amazing race challenges. Home of pottery, crazy old religious frescos, ballooning and hiking, the challenge options are endless. So we’ve got a bit of a detour here, two challenges you get to choose between. Your choices are Boiling or Ballooning. In Ballooning, you’re going to be part of the ground team. Each balloon has a ground team that comes to pick them up when they land as you can’t really control where it’s going to go. You will be allocated a balloon at their take off and given a map. Your job is to get the van and trailer to the landing spot of the balloon at the end of the hour trip. This means tracking the balloon in the air and finding the right roads and way to get to whatever field it’s going to land it. It also means getting the right balloon, which might be difficult considering there are hundreds of them up in the air. Once you find your balloon on the ground, deflate it, and put the balloon away (essentially like packing up a tent), you will get your next clue. The balloon ride itself is around an hour so this challenge will take at least that long. In Boiling, you get to take on some pottery and make 10 pottery kebaps. You will be taught to use the pottery wheel and fashion the pots, which you will then fill with stew and cook in the wood fire oven before serving them, on fire, with a hammer, to your 10 diners. Cooking time means this challenge probably won’t be any faster than the last one, but you might be able to smash them out quickly if you’re good with your hands, and you don’t have to travel out of the centre of town to do it.
Next time, we sleep only on buses and in airports and we have a nap on a park bench.
Until then,
Sarah
A snapshot of Berlin
1 - City of Lights aka Berlin tries to Vivid and does a pretty good job.
2 - Flea Markets mean hip old coffee grinders.
3 - Taking my respected place as an illuminated beanie angel.
4 - With my tiny Canadian!
5 - At the east side gallery.
6 - Queen of Hearts.
7 - Luckily, I’m as cute as mine.
8 - Recreating my instagram profile picture with a lion in Berlin instead of a lion in melbourne
A snapshot of Prague
1- There’s just something about reflective water...
2 - It’s like a tiny school for tiny ants... We’re going to need to make it at least 10 times bigger.
3 - Seriously Prague, calm down, we get it. You cute.
4 - Is it possible to fall in love with a clock?
5 - Peace out bros
A snapshot of Budapest
1 - Dem tiles
2 - Walking across bridges is my main activity
3 - Not a bad place for an afternoon cider.
4 - Santa riding in on a white sparkled peacock.
5 - Not bad, budapest. Not bad.
A Snapshot of Lake Bled, Slovenia
1 - Sometimes, you go to a place, and it’s so beautiful you instantly turn into a magnificent photographer, because it’s impossible to take a bad photo.
2 + 3 - Learning to be renaissance women and shoot a bow and arroe.
4 - Turns out, I’m a surprisingly good shot. I’m sorry poor fake baby...
5 - Am I as adorable as this goddamn place?
6 - Someone misses Charlie...
7 - I can’t even this place is just amazing.
8 - GO MILLIE! WOO ME!
9 - We too cute.
A snapshot of Ljubjana, Slovenia
1 - When you put on a nice collared shirt and your hair is looking slick but you find some great street art and want to look like a badass...
2 - This freetown was terrifying.
3 - This city is adorable.
Look at all the pretty tiles! - Istanbul - Days 191-194
Taous and I had a sad farewell at 6am at Malta airport before I took my place on the coffee shop couch to wait for my flight to Istanbul. After a whole week of being separated, Emilia and I were to be reunited in a set of bunk beds in Istanbul. This, however, meant actually finding this hostel. I got off the plane in Istanbul and had some issues getting a train ticket as I only had large notes and ended up getting the Istanbul version of an Opal card with about AU$50 for the whole... three days we were going to be there. Great. I got myself to Taksim and noticed that while my directions said “take the main pedestrian street” there seemed to be three pedestrian streets. This was going to end well. After asking one of the crazy turkish ice cream men the way I finally ended up on the right street before getting very confused about where to turn and which way to go. After trying to steal internet from more than three places and finding a small market, I eventually found our home for the next three days. I armed myself with some turkish delight and decided to call it a night early. By the time Emilia got in, I was sound asleep.
The next morning we were up and ready to be tourists. We had three days to take on Istanbul and many more things than we could fit into that time that we wanted to do. A lot of it, as always, revolved around eating, and the rest of it revolved around seeing pretty tiles. We headed out with my cashed up Istanbul Card to visit the Blue Mosque. However, by the time we got up, had breakfast and organised ourselves (i.e. Emilia organised herself), we pretty much missed the morning opening hours and it was closing when we got there. So we headed down to the Grand Bazaar to overwhelm our senses with tea, carpets, towels, lamps and other trinkets. We watched as people rushed through the corridors with massive trays of teas and repeatedly told people we did not want to buy a handbag. The main thing we wanted to pick up in Turkey was another towel, as the turkish towel I brought with me from home was definitely the best thing I packed. I am in love with it and I needed another. Once we’d finished searching for towels, we headed down to the spice market and tried to buy two pieces of turkish delight, only to be looked at like we were crazy. Had we learnt NOTHING from our time in Greece? You can’t buy two pieces of turkish delight, you need to buy a minimum of 200 grams. So we did that instead. Armed with our turkish delight we emerged from the market, only to discover a storm was brewing. Must be lunch time. After walking around and being very confused about where to eat (somehow, we walked past a lot of cool looking restaurants when we weren’t hungry and then as soon as we got hungry they disappeared), we found a restaurant and sat down for some pide. I was so happy to be in Turkey. Turkish food is the best.
We finally made it to the blue mosque after it reopened for the afternoon, armed with our headscarves and appropriate dress. I’m already obsessed with tiles, I somehow always ended up in the Islamic Art section of all the American museums so I could look at all the tiles, and Istanbul certainly delivered. The Blue Mosque was incredible, and we followed it up with a visit to the Hagia Sofia and Topkapi Palace. Topkapi definitely wins the award for best tiles, that place was decked out, particularly the circumcision room. Standing in there I couldn’t quite figure out what was more impressive: the fact that this palace had a whole gazebo-like room just for circumcisions or the insane tiling that was going on in this room.
I found Istanbul an amazing city for two main reasons: firstly, it’s so old. The history here is insane and I knew hardly any of it before arriving. And while Istanbul was the first European city we’d been to that wasn’t inundated with churches (and is instead filled with mosques), it is home to what is thought to be the first church of the Byzantine Empire i.e. pretty much the first church to ever be a church. That’s pretty impressive. The second reason Istanbul was so impressive to me was that it covers two continents. Most of the touristy stuff is in Europe, but catch a ferry a mere 20 minutes and you’ve made it to Asia. This was going to be my only stop in Asia (aside from HK airport on my way home) and so we made the most of it by hanging out there for a grand total of about 3 hours. Trip summary: 2 months North America, 1 month Central America, 4 Months Europe, 3 hours Asia. But in all seriousness, I can confirm it is actually really freaky to stand in Asia and take a photo of Europe. Even weirder than catching the train for two hours and ending up in a different country, an experience I still haven’t got over months later.
By this point I’d been travelling for about 5 months full time. When you’re travelling, the one thing you learn very quickly is that it’s pretty much impossible to get properly clean in hostels. I wasn’t smelly or anything but it had been a while since I’d done a real proper scrub down. Istanbul was the perfect city to solve this problem in. After a long day of walking around we headed down to some Turkish baths to get a proper clean. What followed was the most weirdly satisfying hour of my life. They took us into a tiny dressing room/locker where we changed into our swim suits before being led into a room that is pretty much what you would picture a turkish bath to be - a big marble slab in the middle with little taps and basins around the outside. Some guy poured water all over us before telling us to wash ourselves. So we did that, and then headed into the hottest sauna I’ve ever been in. They told us to stay in there for 15 minutes but I think we managed five before I started hallucinating and we needed to get out. Then, I lay out on that marble slab while Emilia went into the ladies room to get scrubbed. And so I just waited and waited and waited until eventually it was my turn. They look my into this little room where two topless ladies were waiting. They lay me down on another marble bench, pulled out an exfoliating glove, and scrubbed the hell out of me. Being violently scrubbed by a half naked stranger that doesn’t speak your language is an experience I will never forget. Any time she wanted me to turn, she would hit me on the butt. Typing it out, it sounds weirder than it was. I’ll also never forget the sight when I got up from being scrubbed down: 5 months of dead travel skin peeling off me. So satisfyingly disgusting. She then proceeded to wash my hair and face, which essentially meant just rubbing suds all over my head and getting in my ears, nose and mouth. That was uncomfortable. After that weird 15 minutes, I was given towels and taken out for some apple tea. Not a bad experience, Turkey. And I’ve never felt that clean in my entire life.
Right near where we were staying we found an unusual sight. Some of you might be familiar with the American fast food chain Shake Shack. Shake Shack only exists in upper North East of the USA, mainly in New York. It’s essentially just burgers and shakes but in a way only Americans can get excited about fast food, it’s got an amazing reputation and people love it. Part of it’s appeal is that it only exists in this tiny part of the states, so imagine our surprise when we found a massive Shake Shack right around the corner from us in Istanbul. Every time we walked past it, which was about twice a day, I ended up in stitches laughing because it just didn’t make any sense to me. Why the hell is there a Shake Shack in Istanbul?? We had to go.
It was totally worth it.
And with our trip to Asia and our Shake Shack experience, our brief time in Istanbul came to an end. But not before the most *controversial* Amazing Race challenge of my trip (can you tell I’m back in TV land now? I know how to advertise). We’re attempting a very rare type of challenge here called an Intersection. This is where two teams have to join together for the challenge, creating a team of four for the challenge. The airport is on the Asian side of Istanbul, so from the airport head to the ferry terminal and catch the ferry from Asia to Europe. This could be a trick though, because there are three ferry terminals and two different types of ferries: a tourist ferry that takes two hours and does a bit of a tour of the Strait, and a commuter ferry that takes 20 minutes. Get the tourist ferry and you’ve made a time consuming mistake. Once you get to Europe, wait for the next team to arrive and team up with them for your next challenge. Head to the Turkish Baths and swap your team members around, so you are in couples made up of one team member from each team. Then, wash each other. You just know someone is going to end up teamed up with the enemy and be extremely uncomfortable with the half naked scrubbing that’s going to have to happen. Once all four team members have been adequately washed, sauna-ed (good luck spending the whole 15 mins in that sauna), and scrubbed down, you will receive a cup of tea and your next clue.
Good luck, don’t get too uncomfortable, and we’ll see you in Cappadoccia for some hiking and Ballooning.
Until then,
Sarah x
A snapshot of the Plitvice Lakes National Park, Croatia.
1 - Just taking a stroll through the most magical fairy garden.
2 - My adorable travel buddy getting excited about walking on waterfalls.
3 - And touching leaves...
4 - This place looks like it was photoshopped but it wasn’t. That’s the real colour.
5 - Hanging out up with the fog.
6 - JUMP!
7 - An aerial view.
8 - 4 hours of this track.
A snapshot of Zadar, Croatia.
1 - Not a bad view for an evening coffee/beer
2 - Salutations to the sun is not just a yoga pose. Is it even a yoga pose?
3 - Sometimes you just have to lie on the floor and not think about how dirty it must be.
4 - CUTIE PATOOTIE
I’m Home!
But this blog has AT LEAST 16 more recaps to get through, as well as a few highlight posts I’m working on.
So stay tuned, and get excited that I now have access to the photos on my camera instead of just my phone. The photo quality is going to get so much better!
A snapshot of Krka National Park and Split
1 - 3 - It’s been two months and I’m still not over it. Krka National Park was the best and my outfit made me look like a real hipster traveller.
4. Old man greg is watching over all of you...
5. ... So you have to touch his toe for good luck. Every time you pass it. Toe touching total = 10 times
6. Atop the tower, didn’t even fall #pro
Dear Heathrow Airport,
Why, when one connects to your wifi, do you redirect them to Ask Jeeves? Nobody uses Ask Jeeves. I didn't even realise it was still around.