I am sick of spring!

Here I am looking sweet in Mostar.
A pretty colour; rusty, bullet ridden, yellow.
Jahorina, BiH
At the top of the mountain that Trebevic in the middle of Sarajevo. Formely known as a front line during the war.
Outside the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.
If I uploaded the correct picture you will see a plane in the middle. Cliche as it is, I really like this photo.
This is fifteen hundred year old Hagia Sofia. It started as a church, converted to a mosque and is currently a museum. It looks next practice Raelianism.
Mostar today is far more shot up than Sarajevo.

The weather of recent has been relentless. We haven't seen a cloud in two weeks, the breeze has been gentler than a baby lamb resting in a dewy meadow and it hasn't dropped below twenty in the longest time. Utter crap! We're moving home.
Two weeks or so ago we went to Istanbul. Last Saturday we went to Mostar. Last Sunday we climbed a mountain. Tomorrow we are going to Tuzla. Here are some pictures.
"What do you call cheese that isn't yours?"
"Nacho cheese."
I lifted that from a movie.