Tag Archives: Yugoslavia

My Forthcoming Book – Extract Four, On A Train Bound For Yugoslavia

As I wait at Gatwick for my flight to Ljubljana, I recall my only other, very brief, visit to Slovenia (then Yugoslavia) in 1987. Needless to say I hope this trip goes more smoothly – I do have an hour delay, but hopefully that is the worst of my troubles! Wilbur.

Memorable Overseas Train Journeys #1 – The Dutch Debut

This is the first in a new series of blog posts that I will be posting based on train journeys overseas. Fittingly I start where it all began with my debut journey of a 1987 inter-rail trip. Europe was our oyster…… We set off in mid-September on an overnight ferry to Hoek of Holland for […]

A-Z April Challenge – Maribor

To set the scene, I was on my first interrail trip in 1987 aged twenty-two with my mate Poll. Three days into the trip, Poll had lost his passport near Munich and had to be issued an emergency one by the British Consulate, designed to get us home by the most direct route. Undeterred, we had carried on […]

Bosnia – Bouncing Back

Many people will forever associate Sarajevo and Mostar with conflict. There is no doubt that both cities suffered greatly in the 1990’s Yugoslav war. Less than 20 years on from those brutal ethnic purges, permanent mental scars remain with the surviving inhabitants, as do a number of physical blemishes on pavements, roads and buildings, left […]

On The Beaten Track Extract – A Bum Note

This extract follows on from our ejection under armed guard from Yugoslavia in 1987 (click YUGOSLAVIA for this part of the notorious night). So we found ourselves back in Austria at a small border station……. The backdoor to the station was locked – oh no, you don’t say, surely not……… Thankfully the front door was open […]

My Forthcoming Book – Extract Four, On A Train Bound For Yugoslavia

To set the scene, I was on my first inter-rail trip in 1987 aged twenty-two with my mate Poll. Three days into the trip, Poll had lost his passport near Munich and had to be issued an emergency one by the British Consulate, designed to get us home by the most direct route. Undeterred, we […]