Not a lot on for today... just wandered around town, enjoying the
sunshine. Couldn't help noticing a disprortionately large number of white
four wheel drives on the streets... All the agencies over here have fleets
of shiny new Toyota Land Cruisers, Nissan Patrols and armoured Land Rovers,
filled with sophisticated comms equipment and GPS tracking systems so they
can keep an eye out for their staff nipping down to the coast. Drove around
in an armoured Land Rover - very strange - you are completely cut off,
and can't hear anything but your own engine. The driver claimed it could
take direct mortar strike on the windscreen, but he couldn't be persuaded
to prove it...
The other thing that is starting to appear on the streets is pornography!
Things must be getting back to normal!! :)
We go out for dinner in the town centre, which, apart from the fact that
the streets are a) full of holes, and b) full of the world's supply of
armed military, could pass for any mediterranean tourist spot. Loud music
blares out from sidewalk cafes and suntanned 18-30s promenade up and down
in shorts and t-shirts. Until recently, most of the men would also have
been armed - Klashnikovs swung casually over their shoulders, clinking
against the occasional RPG.
One thing that is immediately noticeable is the sheer quantity of drop-dead
georgeous women on the street. None of us have ever seen anything quite
like it... Harris reminds us that we should blink occasionaly, and it might
be polite not to walk around with our mouths quite so wide open.
We sit outside and order wine and fish, then try and have a serious technical
and strategic discussion... It goes something like this:
"Right, so what we need to do is upgrade the router to... err.. to.."
(Head starts to rotate at female walking speed) "err, the router,
to... "
"Anyway, if we can get the leased line installed between... between...
err... eight megabytes, then it shouldn't crash so often... err.. What?"
Luckily, being a happily married man, I was completely unaffected by this,
err... wasn't affected by... ummm.. what was I saying?
"INCOMING!!! VPL at 12 O'Clock...!"
We give up trying to talk technical, and turn instead to calenders, model
agencies, raves, bands etc. There are a lot of local bands getting back
together now the fighting is over, and there are gigs on all over the place.
We are invited to one tommorrow night, as well as an after curfew party.
Curfew calls, and we mooch back to the flat. Tim almost gets run over on
the way, but decides it would be just too ridiculous to travel into a war
zone just to get killed by a car, so he manages to avoid it...
Mmmm... Suppertime! Menu: Large pizza or Small Pizza
Sarajevo University
Business as usual...
Anyone seen my 20mm?
A whole building named after him...
East 17 eat your heart out :)
RVs 'R' Us...
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