Friday, 3 September 2010

deafening.

So I was sitting next to the Villa Neretva, reading 'Perfume' and generally minding my own business. Whilst I was reading, 2 rather attractive Bosnian ladies walked past, and one of them for some reason would not stop looking at me. I had my sunglasses on, so I wasn't too embarrassed by this, had a think as to why this was happening, and felt slightly uncomfortable, slightly awesome. I do have my nice yellow top on after all, and a pretty cool set of facial hair at the moment. Next thing I know, the 2 girls stop, and start walking towards me. It's like some sort of awesome Bosnian dream unfolding, 2 mightily attractive Bosnians walking towards me, with the intention of asking me something. I don't have to do anything! No awkward conversation starting, I was all prepared to be the coolest man on the planet. So they walk up to me, and ask me a question in Bosnian. I obviously reply, with a chuckle, 'I'm sorry I don't speak the language'. So they translate. And what was it they were asking me?

Where did you buy your shoes?

Well, it's a compliment I suppose. I do have pretty good shoes. I resisted the urge to tell them that they are the same as Mary Naylors shoes, and just said Liverpool, United Kingdom. They looked genuinely gutted, and left. I do have really cool shoes, but not stop in the park and ask where they were bought shoes. Very strange. Anyway, they walked off, I read my book and the day carried on as normal. It could have been special! Ah well, I still have my shoes.

In other news, the burek delivery driver stopped and gave me a lift into town yesterday. I got to pretend I was in a movie as well, as I hopped onto his moped I dramatically pointed forwards and shouted, 'Stari Grad!' (Old Town). I felt pretty smug. But the truth is I have obviously had too much burek delivered in the last 5 weeks, as the delivery driver recognizes me. Mostar is the 3rd biggest city in Bosnia, I've been here 5 weeks and the delivery driver of the best burek in the city recognizes me. Again, half embarrassed, half elated. The only problem now is how long do I leave it before I order some more burek?! If I order some today, he might think I'm only doing it for the lifts. If I leave it a week, he'll forget me. I can't have burek from somewhere else, thats like cheating on burek man. Oh the etiquette of burek, damn you! I'm going to stop talking about burek, because now I really want some. Hmmm.

Next week is Bairam, the end of Ramadan, so we will be shutting for a few days. Exciting! I am contemplating going up to Sarajevo on Tuesday to watch the Bosnia/France game, which would be cool. Bosnia are playing the mighty Luxembourg, recently vanquished by Wales, this evening, so I'm gonna be plonking botty at around 8.30 to watch that. The season is drawing to a close, my winter decisions have been made, now to plan.

The new Grinderman video is the weirdest music video I have ever seen. Nick Cave is insane.

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