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My travel moments (the ones where all your hairs stand up as you realise you are both here, and gloriously nowhere, at the same time) always seem to happen on trains. There is something about trundling through countryside where every town, tunnel and stop is a mystery in a land you definately don’t know. For me, it’s travelling in its purest, most magical form.

Yesterday I took the train from Sarajevo to Zagreb – nine epic hours through Bosnia and Herzovina and the Croatian countryside. Starting at 10:21am in Sarajevo, with a small band of dedicated locals and backpackers determined to support BiH’s ailing rail network, we rolled through tiny villages and large cities, across mountains, through fields of corn and over rivers and the border to arrive in Zagreb at 7:45pm that night. It was an amazing journey.  

 

Our hand written tickets purchased from a booth inside the train station in Sarajevo (as the guy smoked a cigarette)

 
 

There is still a station master at every tiny town

  

A short stop somewhere in Bosnia


 

Arriving in Ukrina, BiH

 

 

Washing


 

Passing another train

  
 

Tiny train


 

Looking outside our compartment (which we had to ourselves the whole trip)

  
 

At each stop they hit the wheels with the metal stick to check for cracks

 
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Another train


 

Station stray – border crossing, BiH side (I gave him crackers)


 

Croatian countryside

 

Hometime – just outside Zagreb


 

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