We have just come out of KRKA national park in Croatia. Pristine lakes interconnected and woven as natures perfect web. Our walk has made ways through islands and costal towns until recently along the Dalmatian and Adriatic. We have now cut into the war-torn borders of Bosnia.
Mali Losinj, meeting the end of the Island where we wait for the ferry at Boca Falsa.
The Isle of Susak, where my father 
was born. after making friends with the lighthouse man.
was born. after making friends with the lighthouse man.Looking out at the crowded city streets as we prepare to make our way through the deserted mountains and across borders.
.. Mostar:
.. Mostar:
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