people who beg your pardon.

last night was awesome.

very quiet day, managed to head into the city in the morning and make sure the directions i've been giving are correct, and i fell prey to the cevapi. i've been telling myself i'll just live off the pasta i've bought and food i cook in the hostel, but the temptation of some local cevapi was just too much. so i dipped into it all, and cevapi is wicked. i had a little fight with a wasp which was a little embarrassing, but hey, sometimes you need to defend yourself. once 7 o clock ish arrived however, it just seemed to be a steady stream of people arriving at the hostel, so i must have gone through the juice/cake/beds/maps/passports routine almost robot like at the end. and it was wonderful, it really was. i'm really finding this work to be very fulfilling, a job where my main duty is to assist people in enjoying mostar. thats pretty perfect i'd say.

took a few backpackers out to watch zrnjski football team the other day as well, against odense from denmark in a europa league qualifier. it was a terrible terrible 0-0 draw, which meant that zrnjski went out 5-3 on aggregate. i will say this to all you motherwell fans though, you have nothing to fear from odense. terrible. however, all the backpackers took the poor quality of the football in a positive manner, which is pretty ace. there was a few people from the other hostel with us as well, including a couple from manchester who know the esteemed mary 'mazwaz' naylor! you must be a celebrity mazwaz! i've also met 4 people from luxembourg in the last 3 days, who knew that there were 4 luxemburgers?

and yes, they are called luxemburgers.

i have a day off of sorts now, as its tour day (see how i'll cleverly do my blogs on quiet tour days?) and everyone is out on that. we dont have any arrivals today either, which is pretty awesome to be honest, im gonna head out and enjoy the sun in mostar. in my jeans of course, heaven forbid my legs get an outing. town is going to be busy, so i might head out towards the stations on the vrapcici road for a kafa!

oh, i've been learning some bosnian words as well. there is a guy called salco who comes here in the day to water the flowers and do other odd sort of jobs, and he doesnt speak a word of english, so we've been slowly working through all the objects around the hostel and translating for each other. knife is nož, flag is zaštava, ashtray is pepelnica and hostel is hostel.

i take back everything i've said about lady gaga. she is awesome.