The long wait goodbye

As now appears to be a common feature our bus was an hour late. The delay was compounded by us arriving am hour early by cab to avoid the public transport heaving either tourists. Our can driver was very friendly and picked us up at a spot we were lucky to meet one. He then told us that few tales of the city including his time in the war, a surprisingly common conversation point here, and also his obvious distrust of Serbian aggression. At the bus station we were joined by tourists of many nationalities, waiting for the same bus, including one woman, a Mexican who talked of her post graduate diploma in Economics and her long slow trek around the Balkans. I was a little in awe of her. She wasn't showing off, I had simply enquired. When she briefly mentioned her husband, I had visions of him looking after the kids while she wandered the world on her own. She was so laid back, not unlike those cats stretched our across the busy alleyways of Dubrovnik's old city.