Today in Dubrovnik I accidentally discovered the true difference between travelling… and understanding where you are.
The bus into town cost me €2.50.
It was the full international “bus wanker” experience:
• cruise ship chaos
• backpacks in ribs
• people arguing over tickets
• sunburnt tourists everywhere
• somebody loudly explaining Game of Thrones to their wife like they personally directed it 😂
The Uber home cost me €12.
Driver turned out to be Bosnian. He was 18 during the Yugoslav Wars.
In 25 minutes I learned more from that man than I ever could from museums or documentaries. He showed me the scars where he nearly lost an eye and his knee. Just casually. No drama. Just facts.
One minute you’re photographing medieval walls and beautiful Adriatic sunsets… next minute you realise people here were fighting for survival within living memory.
TravelerDid you see the bullet holes in the buildings?
TravelerNo, but I’m going to stop here another night. Maybe hire a little boat tomorrow xx