I and almost half of my class spent the past weekend in Sarajevo. Only two people in Bosnia in our class didn't make it. We had super good times. I realized that parts of my situation really aren't as bad as I thought while other parts could really be better. There is no denying, however, that Sarajevo is a good 10 degrees cooler than Banja Luka at all times.
Maria, Dee and I went to the Tunnel Museum. It is run by a father and son, and commemorates a tunnel the Sarajevans built during the siege to transport people, supplies, water, and eventually electricity and even oil. It is a pretty real experience.
The one problem with the museum is that it is located at one of the ends of the tunnel, which is in a very remote area far from public transportation. Getting there is no problem, because any taxi drops you off. We found, however, that taxis do not wait there, and when you exit you have no way back. This put us in quite a predicament. Being the adventurous folk that we are, we began walking back. It became pretty clear pretty quickly, however, that we had no sense of where "back" was. Accepting that we were lost, we stopped walking to try to add some sense of direction to our efforts. This did not work. Just as we had given up hope, the curator of the museum pulled up in his car. Three lost Americans is a pretty conspicuous sight, and he recognized us as having just left his museum. He generously gave us a ride back to the tram station, after laughing justifiably at our mistake. Saved.
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