Days 56 – 61.
Well its been 4 days since my last blog and for the whole of that time I have been in the town of Visoko, Bosnia, exploring the phenomena that are the Bosnian Pyramids. I am going to remain here for a few more days yet for a number of reasons. Firstly because I am due to meet the lovely Andrea Mills in Sarajevo on the 1st May (only 50 ish km away), secondly because the entire subject of the Bosnian Pyramids is not something you can make a well informed decision on after only a couple of hours visit. Once I’ve seen all of the things I want to see and asked all of the questions I want to ask, I will write it all up and present my thoughts.
However to re-cap on what has occurred.
I arrived in Visoko after travelling from Zenica and made my way to a campsite called ‘Auto camp’ which I had found through an internet search. It turns out to be a venture run by Nihad and his family, which has developed from a café to hostel and then campsite over the past 3 years. Nice place and nice people and, as I am their first customer of the year, I received a 30% discount and have had the run of all facilities and staff on call.
The eldest daughter is a downhill skier and was at this years Winter Olympics, representing Bosnia (good effort but I guarantee the Winter Olympics held by A company, 2RRF in Meofell Hostel, Norway, in 1988 was far more entertaining and was also followed by the most sick, degrading and down right disgusting piss up I’ve ever had the mis-fortune to be involved in)…..but I digress.
I set up my tent next to a conveniently place electrical socket, charged all my electrical stuff and washed everything else, as my cloths were starting to show signs of primordial life.
The next day I went to meet the Dr in charge of the Bosnian Pyramids site, a Samir Osmanagich. I joined a tour he was leading which had people from 18 countries and of which the main theme was the spirituality of the suggested Pyramids. It was and interesting tour and there was plenty of ‘whooshing’ and raising of hands from the Russian contingent; we had a 5 minute meditation period, during which even the calming energies of the ‘Bosnian Pyramid of the Sun’, could not prevent me mentally wanting to throw the small child, who was ‘doing his own thing’ next to me, off the top (yes I know ..I do love children).
After the tour I climbed to the top of the hill / pyramid and took in the stunning view then also indulged in a meal at one of the nearby restaurants. That night I met two local guys in the café part of the campsite, one of which is in his 2nd year at vetenary school and the other is just waiting to join the police. Nice guys and we downed a few cold beers and chatted about the current state of affairs in Bosnia. Unfortunately, even though these two seem to be doing ok for themselves, they think that Bosnian life is restrictive and your chances to progress are very limited.
The following day I attended the Tunnel system, which it is stated by Dr Osmanagich are linked to the Pyramids. Next to the tunnels entrance, the Dr’s ‘pyramid foundation’ has built a park which he has filled with geometric shapes and energy focusing monoliths, in order to enhance the spiritual experience of a visit. It was a really warm day, lots of people were in the park, there was mellow live music being played, spirituality abounded and a pleasant afternoon was had by all, including me.
If you feel you detect cynicism in my comments about either the pyramids or Dr Osmanagich, then don’t because I’m telling it as it is…..if the whole thing is based on truth or a fabrication, I am yet to decide, but either way I do know that a lot of people had a very enjoyable and peaceful afternoon, in a place which can you most certainly can relax in.
The 2 days since have also been spent investigating the whole complex which surrounds Visoko. I did get caught in a tourist trap and find myself unexpectedly being taken on a tour by a local who was basically jumping on the bandwagon and trying to cream off anything he can (not the first time and won’t be the last I’m sure).
This morning I was invited to pack my tent away and move into one of the newly built wooden camping huts that Nihad has built on his site and wanted me to try. I duly did so and then decided to have a mornings snoozing as I’m knackered. I was again awoken by that crawling feeling and found that for the second time this trip I was sleeping in an ants nest. I am beginning to develop a strong dislike for ants, which is close to matching that of my fondness for unruly children.
Other outstanding achievements I’ve managed over the past few days
1) I took 3000+ pictures of my left knee with my GoPro!
2) I found myself singing an old Coventry City song, to the waiter in the café at the local supermarket about Muhamed Konjic, who was a Bosnian player who played for us in the 90’s…….It went
Muhamed whooo ohhhhh
Muhamed Whoooo oo ohhhhhhh
He comes from Bosnia
He is a Big F@@ka
Muuuuhamed etc etc.
It’s a classic
3) I realised my ability to sing even a single note, is matched by my ability to ignore unruly kids!