Drvar

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Our ragtag team of merrymakers weren’t the only guests at Castle Greyskull; a Hungarian SFOR unit was stopping over as well. Here’s me hamming it up with some of ’em, hoisting a variant of the famous Russian AK-47 above my knobby knees.

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This is Maggie, an abused dog who was adopted by the base, and who stole everyone’s heart.

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A group shot of the troupe in our emergency gear… In case the bus broke down in no-man’s land everyone who rode it was issued a hockey bag containing a helmet, flak jacket, gas mask and a day’s worth of rations.

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As a further safety precaution we were escorted by jeep into the centre of Drvar. What our escorts didn’t know is that we had come into town the evening before, on bicycles.

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Asshole of the world? Well, Drvar is pretty rundown, but no… This is the entrance to the caves where General Tito hid from the Nazis during the Second World War.

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We didn’t get keys to the city, but Shag singer Sandra Volodoff did get some hand-picked flowers from a local goat-wrangler…

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One Response to “Drvar”

  1. Ben BRAINE says:

    Lived here fo 11 months 2002/3. Lived with Serb family – good atmosphere most of the time. Typical mountain town,not much to do and limited opportunities to spend money! Choice of fresh food limited in winter – 1 metre snow for three months and -27 degrees C!
    Easy to cross into Croatia, loads of scenery. Beware ‘cos bears and wolves live here (for the time being)