Don't worry, we are fine even though the title of this blog might suggest otherwise - all will be revealed.

Continuing to ride around the Bay, we left Kotor behind. There were 2 more cruise ships waiting to deliver tourists to town to keep the local economy afloat. The road was very close to the water's edge with only a low brick wall separating us from the water. We rode for 30 minutes before spending 2 Euro and catching the vehicular ferry to the other side of the bay.

We then headed for the hills! Today our ride would take us in a north easterly direction and to a new country - Bosnia and Herzegovina. Our itinerary has been set by my resident historian, husband Greg. The roads in Montenegro were great for riding - sweeping curves beside tall cliffs and through green valleys but you did have to be on the watch for cows wandering along the road.

We had to cross two borders today - one to leave Montenegro and the other to enter Bosnia and Herzegovina. Leaving Montenegro was no hassle although it did take about 20 minutes to get to the front of the line. Only about 100m down the road was the checkpoint to enter the new country being Bosnia and Herzegovina. This was not quite so straightforward. With Kerrie off the bike handling the paperwork, a Policje (correct spelling) Officer took our passports, bike rego and Insurance Green Card into his little office. A few minutes later he motioned for Kerrie to go to the office. Questions were asked - Where are you going? What is your work? What was your work before retirement? How long are you staying? All questions were answered and he was very impressed that Greg had been a Police Officer pre retirement - his 'colleague' as he called him. Then he told us "Ve hav a problem" - our Green Card did not cover the bike insurance in Bosnia and Herzegovina (we already knew that). He very kindly then escorted Kerrie down to another little office where she could purchase the required insurance. After parting with 30 Euro for 1 week's insurance the Policje waved us off with best wishes and a big smile. It sometimes pays that your husband used to be a 'Po Po'.

The road in Bosnia and Herzegovina was not quite as good as Montenegro. You could ride several kilometres on beautiful paved roads then the next few kilometres were full of potholes and even some gravel patches. You still had to watch out for the cows!

Now that we were in Bosnia and Herzegovina and nearing lunchtime the next challenge would be finding somewhere to eat that accepted either Euro or would accept our bank card as we had no BAM (Bosnian Mark) - the local currency. We stopped at the first restaurant we came to and asked if they accepted cards - no problems! We had a great meal of 3 poached eggs, bread, sour cream (yummy) and coffee, spending the total of 15 BAM. The lady even told us the exchange rate was 1 BAM to 50 Euro cents, so breakfast for two with coffee cost us 7.50 Euro or about A$12.

After a meal we always use the toilets before riding on as you never know when you will get the chance to go again. Kerrie goes first and then gives directions to Greg as to where to go (in the nicest possible way of course). This time however, Kerrie tells Greg to take the camera with him. Greg returns with a big grin on his face as the facilities were beautifully clean but rather primitive. Squat and hope. Check out the photos!

Now do you understand the Blog title?

Our destination for the night was Mostar. This city straddles the Neretva River and is known for the iconic Stari Most (Old Bridge). The bridge is a rebuilt medieval arched bridge. The original bridge was built in 1566 but got destroyed in the Bosnian Civil War in the 1990's. It was rebuilt because it was considered a UNESCO Heritage Site. Either side of the bridge are narrow alleys (tourist traps?) and restaurants which reminded us of parts of Istanbul in Turkey. We wandered through the alleys and found a lovely restaurant right beside the river to have dinner and taste the local brew.

Our accommodation tonight is a two bedroom apartment - very modern and only 70 BAM or 35 Euro per night. The apartment is opposite The Mostar Peace Bell Tower and Catholic Church. As it is Sunday, there was constant coming and going at the church and when we went over to have a look, we couldn't get in as it was packed to the rafters for Sunday Mass.

Tomorrow we head further inland, destination Sarajevo. Can anyone guess the history lesson coming up? Hint, the 28th June 1914 may help.

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