After my rest, and once the flare
had gone off to indicate the end of fasting, I went out. I intended to have a
drink first, and located “City Pub” on the map. I walked down, through the busy
old town, past the Bezistan and on to an adjacent street. In front of a posh
hotel was City Pub. Quiet outside, I decided to venture in. Unsure whether to
treat it like a normal pub, I sat down and decided I wanted a beer. But no-one
came. So I walked halfway to the bar, when a guy came over and took my order. I
had a nice pint of Sarajevsko Pivo (local lager) and watched football. Upon
finishing, I ordered another. At this point a large crowd came in. A planned
beer tour I presumed. I though I heard Engligh spoken by a couple of girls, I
frequently looked over to read their lips, as the music was loud. I got my book
out so as to indicate I was English.
I then moved on to my third pint
and no contact was made, so I went over and asked if they were British. They
said no. However, they were Australian and New Zealanders. So they said to join
them. For an hour and a half I joined in their conversations. They were on a
bus tour. So I had gossip from the bus, a history of where they were from and
what they do, and I talked about my travels. By about 22:45 they were making plans
to head off, so I paid my bill and left. It was great to talk to English
speakers. They also have been living in London the last 6 years.
A lot of food placed were closed
now, but I managed to get to one place. I asked for a menu, but the guy simply
said “Meat or cheese”. I said meat. He brought over what was essentially 3 12
inch sausage rolls. And good they were too. I left and got the obligatory ice
cream on the way back to the hotel.
I slept, a little disturbed by
the 4 pints I consumed, until 09:25. I sprung up to get breakfast. Feeling
tender, I decided to have it inside as the sun was out on form. I read the news
on my phone too. I returned to my room and relaxed for an hour before getting
ready to go out.
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