I'm assuming the bus won't drop me off in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere in Sarajevo where the local mafia would love to get its hands on some tourist dork with Deutsche marks stuffed in his underwear. I'm making a lot of assumptions. But this is the kind of travelling I like. You never know what the hell is going to happen. You never know where the hassles are going to come from.
Inconveniences can be fun.
July 25, 1996. The whole cruise ship experience was pretty tame. Just a bunch of Italians on vacation who seemed to care less about what had transpired in Croatia and Bosnia such a short time ago. Customs in Croatia was no problem. Nobody searched anything.