Thursday at the IJK

Wandered high into the suburbs surrounding Sarajevo.



The views of the hills and valleys that make up Sarajevo were magnificent. But the reality of those picturesque red-tiled houses is that when you're amongst them you see that just about all of them need a fair bit of renovation.

And everywhere there are these big, ugly yellow boxes on the front wall of most of the houses. Probably gas metres. A terrible eyesore.

After a bit of a listen around the café in the evening it seems there's quite a bit of non Esperanto being spoken. A table of Germans speaking German, a Catalan speaking table, French heard at another table, and Korean at mine.