he said its all in your head...

Good lord have I got lazy with this. Bad John, Bad John.

So when I last posted anything worthwhile (That Seinfeld fact is pretty cool though), I was about to head up to Sarajevo for a night to watch Bosnia take on the mighty (maybe not so mighty these days) France, in a Euro 2012 qualifier. France have been shocking as of late, and if there was ever a chance that Bosnia could put them over, this was it. Expectations were high, there was a great feeling of anticipation in the air, the Olympic Stadium in Sarajevo was full up. And what happened? Well, France kinda strolled to a 2-0 win. Disappointing? Yes, definitely. I always had Karim Benzema down as an absolute tool, but he was very good that night. Very quick, very strong (Or Very Fast, Very Dangerous, if you are Reuben inclined). Bosnia just looked a total class below. Džeko was anonymous all night, and although Pjanić performed very well in the last half hour, for the hour before that he was poor. Shame really, I had high hopes. Retired for the evening after the long walk up to Haris Youth Hostel (the best in Sarajevo, if you are ever there), had a chat with Emre and Arnika and went off to sleep.

The morning was really nice as well to be honest. Me and Emre were up early, and Arnika joined us, and I made some (pretty awful) Bosnian coffee for everyone. Emre and Arnika were 2 people who stayed in our hostel here, and ended up heading to Sarajevo the same day as me. Emre was from Turkey, Arnika from Germany, and they were 2 of the nicest people I think I've ever met. I can imagine travelling with Emre, which is always a good sign. He lives in Istanbul, which by the sounds of it is the biggest place the world has ever seen. Obviously not, but I forgot there were places with 15million people there. Crazy. I truly hope I come across them both again one day in the future.

There was also the VIVISECTfest at Abrašević last week, which I will review in depth tomorrow on here. There was a lot of very good documentaries, a couple of not so good. This week there was European cinema festival, but I've unfortunately missed it all due to work, which is a shame. I can guarantee that Spanish Elaine was at it as well, so darn.

So what else happened? Well, this weeks mild Thursday was a bit crazy. (Side note, 'Love Ridden' by Fiona Apple has just come on and I totally forgot just how much I love this song). The annex hostel is very quiet now, so it was just people from the main hostel, and we agreed to meet by the bridge at 11. I was there on my own for a little bit, and started to feel embarrassed, before they all came bounding down, which was nice. Scott (American guy) and Katja (Slovenian girl) had a bottle of whiskey between them, and I have never seen anyone, male or female, drink whiskey like Katja. The word machine springs to mind. Here she is, a small blonde dainty Slovenian, chugging whiskey like it was water. No, something even weaker than water. She was drinking it like someone who is pretending to drink would. Except she was drinking.

The girl could drink.

So we were by the bridge until pretty late, and we decided to make a move. Everyone went home except for me, Katja, Scott and an Australian girl called Raveen. We headed to Pavarotti, and had a few more drinks there. I've really come to love the Pavarotti music centre, its a fabulous place. It never closes either, which is fun. The same 5 guys there always as well, lovely. We had drinks there, Scott and Raveen went home, leaving me and the machine. Somehow this led to us wading into the Neretva at sometime between 6 and 7am, whilst playing with a dog that had kept following us.

The rest, as they say, is history. Read into that what you will. A really fun night though, had a great time, some very good people. Katja was one of the most interesting folk I've met so far as well, anyone who loves Elvis is good in my book.

Which brings us to today. I promise I won't neglect this any longer.