Dhaka to Dakar: Europe. Chapter Ten - Bosnia Herzegovina

Continuing on Bosnia Herzegovina was truly the strangest place I visited in Europe. On one hand there is the dark history of the 1990s, on the other a country looking to the future. I met friendly people, people suffering the scars of the war and I also met people who carried a gun around with them.
The sights were perhaps different, but Medjugorje in the south where a group of teenagers claim to see a vision of the Virgin Mary still had flocks of people coming to see what was in some ways a bit of a circus. Then there was a ghost town littered with the shells of churches, contrasted with the old town of Mostar all spruced up and waiting for the tourists to arrive. Less than a kilometre away a road separating Croatian and Bosnian Mostar was lined with shelled buildings.
The capital Sarajevo served to open my eyes further with bullet holes decorating the outside of buildings whilst the youth dressed up in as little as they could find. This in the town which saw the act that began the First World War.
Bosnia was a hell of a place to visit. Why not find out what I experienced in the tenth chapter of my amazing journey from Dhaka to Dakar?