We were just leaving our lakeside camp when the local dog brigade made an appearance. There were three of them, sniffing around independently, but always staying in some sort of triangle, lead dog at the front. Their fur was matted by rain, and they looked a little bedraggled, but they were no hardy street dogs: their happy confidence and collared necks attested to that.
We both wake up tired this morning. An alarm was enthusiastically set for 6:30 am, but it’s almost an hour later and we still haven’t moved. My eyes are not ready to be awake. Either is my body. I think even my cheeks are still asleep.
Sarajevo was a fascinating city. Ostensibly we were there to organise our border crossing to Montenegro (more on that later), but those bustling cobbled streets kept drawing me in.