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A fabulous day in Blagaj

11.8.15

As promised the owner from our apart drove us out to Blagaj. It’s a beautiful old stone village set by the start of the river.
Blagaj Village

Blagaj Village

Set beside the mountain and a cave is a 15th century Ottoman Dervish house.

Blagaj Monastery

We had a wander around the little house, appropriately dressed of course, it was lovely and what a location!
Blagaj Monastery

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The river and scenery is just beautiful and lots of bars, cafes and restaurants.
We had drinks by the river, visited the old house and had a huge lunch.

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Whilst wandering in the village we fell in love with a gorgeous puppy which was down some steps
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and tied up outside a historic house.
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It was so excited to see us and had lots of cuddles.
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John untangled it from some sticks as it only had a few inches of rope to move around.
The owner appeared as we said goodbye and we said what a gorgeous puppy.
He asked us not to touch it (ooops) as they don’t want it to like people as its a hunting dog and someone could steal it in the mountains.
Its just 8 weeks old and tied up behind a door by the river. So heartbreaking hearing it barking as we walked away.
Needless to say we declined his offer to look around the house. We could still hear it when we got back up the steps. Desperately wanting attention.
Goodness knows when the next time will be when it receives any affection.
So incredibly sad.

We spent a while chilling in this beautiful area and then went to wait for the 2.15 pm bus back to Mostar.
Went to a very scary toilet way down some stairs belonging to a small cafe by the bus top.
Its never a good start when they send you off with a key in the pitch dark!
Lots of wooden doors circa 1950 and as I slowly turned the key and peeped in it was Turkish style but didn’t have the antique spiders I imagined.

The bus arrived bang on time and we worked out where to get off give or take a stop and home within 30 minutes.

I went for a refreshing dip in the pool ( lucky no one around as I did a sort of sitting launch and once in panicked about freezing to death as had no idea how I would be able to get out again – then caught my foot on the built in concrete steps the other end ) while John went for his first run since bruising his ribs a few weeks ago.
He was under threat of what might happen to him if he laid himself up and ruined the rest of our holiday!

He survived, all good and really pleased for him as I know he’s missed it.

Walked into Mostar town to see it at night and found a cute little place with absolute bargain Cevapis. And of course Bosnian sausages.
The bridge and town look lovely lit up and lots of tourists and nice atmosphere.
The day time 80s music seemed to be replaced with current tracks, they don’t make music like they used to that’s for sure. ( I sound so old)

Followed by….a trip to Konzum supermarket for bus journey snacks.
Spotted 8 different brands of Jaffa Cakes and 4 types of chocolate orange choc bars.

Followed by…..
Ferrero Rocher ice cream!!! Yayyyyy…well worth waiting for although Kinder Bueno flavour with its chunky chocolate swirls is still in the lead.

Then walked home, dirty stop outs back by nine! Planned a tv catch up last night but the VPN wouldn’t work.
Settings changed now as per Neil’s instructions and fingers crossed for a bit of tv time.

Nearly forgot….bought Lion bars in Konzum too. Haven’t seen them for years.
Swear they’ve shrunk. Unlike my waistline 🙂

Night night, off to Croatia tomorrow.

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