Security & Friendship

Story #10

I was in Croatia, on the border of Bosnia. I had to cycle through the slip of Bosnia that sticks into Croatia. To get in, I obviously have to go through the border and pass security.

I rolled up sweaty and a bit irritable after just having had a confrontation with some highway patrol officers after having crossed a bridge that I apparently wasn’t allowed to cross, and getting escorted back over the bridge. So I was irritable, to say the least.

I rolled into the border only to be met with a lot of tension. They were extremely bored at the quiet border crossing and apparently wanted to play some games with me.