Jumped off the train and headed to the hostel with Jack and another guy we'd met getting off the train. Another sociable hostel and we were quickly invited on a night out. A group of around ten of us decided to head down to the river bank to try out one of the clubs down there. The one we plumped for was apparently an over 23s club but somehow the whole group of us got in on the authority of my expired matric card which suggests I'm 22 (and a half). Was the usual...

Four of us travelled on the train whose windows wouldn't open and toilet wouldn't flush from Mostar to the capital, Sarajevo. On arriving, some of us were a bit hazy due to the effects of "dehydration" and this combined with chatting to gypsy kids on the tram caused us to miss our stop and finding our hostel in the dark became a solid mission. Eventually, we prevailed! The next day a long lie was required after a busy few days in Mostar but eventually we got ou...

Our first experiences of Bosnia included a lone cow with a rope around it's neck wandering the railway tracks, a ticket inspector with no interest in inspecting tickets and a train which enjoyed stopping willy-nillily in the middle of nowhere. This all made us think that the place was going to be as dysfunctional as the stereotypes ingrained in our minds had led us to expect. I half expected to see Borat jump aboard! However, on arriving in Mostar all this was q...

At the risk of sounding like the intrepid explorer Mr Walker, the sleeper train from Zagreb to Split was the worst thing ever. Worse than watching Formula 1, worse than cricket. Even worse than England winning the world cup or those bizarre occasions when Peter brings a half decent girl home. But after a sleepless and uncomfortable night the grouchy conductor announced we were drawing into Split and I got excited as I envisaged myself impressing the Croatian girl...

First impressions of Ljubljana weren't great. A mixture of impressive buildings crumbling to far from their former glory and cold grey communist era ones all covered in graffiti alike didn't provide an automatic endearment in the way that grand cities like Vienna do. However, as always, the first impression wasn't spot on! While the city doesn't have much to do - much to Jacks chagrin despite previously complaining about there being too much stuff in other plac...