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Refreshed from doing absolutely nothing yesterday, save drinking a bottle of wine with Pete from China (well, Hong Kong), Marianne from France and Mau from Germany, to celebrate my 100th day on the road, I packed my things, and stayed a bit longer at the amazing Hostel David to chill, and talk with some newcomers.

I took my leave and went for a last lunch by the Stari Most, until it was time to get into the FINAL bus.

Yes, this should be, for a while at least, the last freaking bus I’ll have to endure, except for a few day-trips, and to go around Malta and Andorra. But no more long-distance nightmares. My apocalypse has ended. I could write an entire rant article on why bus sucks, but let’s not bother.

To be fair, this was a very good bus, with plenty of leg room, very comfy seats, and even plugs and wifi in the latter part of the trip. The route down the Neretva river was great too.

It turns out the bus went through Čapljina, the terminus of the Mostar line. I wanted to go there but elected not too, as I thought there wouldn’t be much to do and I assumed the bus to Split [Split, Croatia] would go back to Mostar first. Well, it did the opposite, but whatever.

At the Bosnian border we didn’t had to get out of the bus, and my passport didn’t get stamped out for some reasons.

Pozdrva Hrvatska!

However, we did had to get out on the Croatian side. I’m back! I’m back in so many ways: back in the EU, back in Schengen, back in the EuroZone, back with Internet data, and soon back connected to the European rail network! To be fair, Serbia and thus Montenegro are also connected to the rest of Europe via Hungary.

Just a few kilometers after the border, the road went from beautiful to freaking insanity! Those gigantic mountains throwing themselves into the tranquile turquoise Adriatic Sea, wooow… The road follows the coast, never more than a few hundred meters away. And it’s not a straight line coast!I had already taken the same road, but further North, from Trogir to Slovenia, in 2019. Trogir is a few kilometers after Split, so it means I would have now taken it in its almost entirety.

Finally, we arrived in Split. I AM FREE! Watch me run (metaphorically) on these rails!

I checked in at the hostel, but had a bad headache that put me to bed for a while. Only later I went for dinner, and later still for a night tour of the old town. It is bloddy splendid, all of white stone, with many tiiiiiny streets. Lovely stuff.

Here’s a video for last week: