I wonder how it felt to be an Olympian back in 1984, crowd of former Yugoslavia going nuts and the whole area breathing and working as one. Some of my friends and i have stellar memories from 2011 when Mirza, Haris and Nikola hosted a rail jam event in centre of Sarajevo. These people have suffered from so much over the years of war streaking through cities in Bosnia and elsewhere. Now times are different, but the ruins remain.
One of those is the hotel at Igman which remains as part of memory to 1984 Olympic games in Sarajevo. Mitja Kodrič, Luka Podlogar, Žiga Erlač, Peter Perunovič (photo) and Matej Gostinčar (filming) invited me to a quick journey to Dinaric Alps to a ski resort called Bjelašnica. We hoped to get some fresh snow under our feet and film some lines at Bjelašnica range. Limestone here created this plateau with some dynamic and diverse terrain that offers great skiing, when conditions are right. Unfortunately spring kicked in quickly, but the base remained so leaving was not an option. We had to shred something or at least somewhere. The city was dry so we lurked around Igman and at the end decided to occupy the old, almost collapsing hotel at Igman. Many productions were here before us, but we managed to set to it a bit differently. Anyhow, here are some amazing photos from Peter Perunovič and myself.
First day was a bit slow and just as we hit the first spot, Mičo ( Mitja Kodrič ) landed on his own hand with a board on a second or third try and cut his wrist open. We called it a day and drove down to a first hospital in the city so the doctors stitched him up. They haven’t charged him anything. Probably because, he would normally get at least 7 stitches, but he got 2?! 😀
After a long day, the visit of Baščaršija was necessary and as necessary “čevapi” and “baklava” is, so was the morning’s “burek” and yoghurt. The food here just tasted differently than back home. So much better.
Sarajevo proved again to be an amazing place for some short adventure and a point to think about what consequence can anger and hatred leave behind. Such a shame that so much potential had been blown up and so many hearts broken.