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A hand burst out of the toll booth. No words, just a sign saying €1. That’s all it took to leave Croatia. The border facilities were still there due to its recent admission into the EU, but we drove through without any further stops. If you’ve ever read a children’s book about some small, fictional European principality or nation, it’s probably based on parts of Slovenia. Rolling hills, dense forests, ornately carved hay sheds and clustered villages of borderline alpine archi

With Rosemary carrying us high into the olive-clad hills above Trigier, we got to see this part of Dalmatian coast in all its sub-kissed glory. At a service station, Ian completed the holy trinity of Balkan food. Pljeskavica in Prizren, Ćevapi in Podgorica and Mostar, and Burek in Croatia. Our first destination was a UNESCO World Heritage site, one of Croatia’s most famous natural wonders. Plitvice lakes are understandably famous and, despite staying in tourist-heavy Trogir l

Emerald rivers, mirror-like lakes, honey stalls and signs for Tito’s bunker guided us through the heart of Bosnia and into Herzegovina. We were back in the land of fervent tourism. The UNESCO World Heritage old town of Mostar was buzzing with throngs of visitors; its cobbles well worn to perilously shiny. But there are many reason why people flock here. It’s beautiful, with real old-world charm evident among its souvenir stalls. Oh, and the Stari Most, the world-famous arched