My first trip to the Balkan Peninsula was in 1980 before I headed off to graduate school. As a young wanna be architect I felt I needed to do a Grand Tour of France, Italy and Greece beforehand. While Greece is technically a Balkan country, it felt more like - well - classical Greece. It was not part of former Yugoslavia nor as culturally diverse.
Following Greece I booked a train from Athens to Bucharest, Romania. I had tickets only for general seating, not reserved, so I just sat down in the most convenient car. As the hours went by through the Greek countryside, I thought we should have crossed the customs into communist Bulgaria. I approached the conductor and, with hand signals, pointed the train’s direction and questioned “Sofia?”, suggesting the next stop. He replied “No, Alexandroupolis”, a Greek city on the boarder with Turkey. I didn’t realize that I needed to board specific coaches because mid-trip cars would uncouple and some would travel east to Istanbul while others continued north to Sofia, Bulgaria. This was only a few years after the movie “Midnight Express”, the true story of a young couple my age traveling on a bus in Turkey in the 70s. The young man was arrested for carrying hasheesh, convicted of drug possession, and jailed and tortured in a Turkish prison. Eventually, his family helped him to escape by smuggling in money to bribe guards. This frantic imagining must have crossed my face as I insisted that I needed to go to Sofia, NOT Turkey!
The conductor motioned for me to calmly sit down in the space between cars and he’d come back. When the conductor returned, he again motioned, pumping his palms down, for me to remain. Then I felt the train slow in an open field in the middle of nowhere. When it stopped, he opened the door and on the other track was another train stopped going in the opposite direction with their door open. I understood to descend the train heading east and board the other heading west back to where I could resume my correct journey. It would never happen today.
The next day, after getting on the correct train and transiting through Balkan Bulgaria, I visited Romania to visit relatives my grandparents left behind when they immigrated to the United States in the early twentieth century. Although a small part of Romania is considered in the Balkans, it is only the southeast corner on the Black Sea, where I didn't go.
My next trip to a Balkan country was in 1994 to Turkey with Amy and friends Kate and Aaron. While most of the six week trip was on the Asiatic side of the Bosporous our last days were in Istanbul on the European side and the far eastern edge of the Balkans. This is where most of the attractions are located such as the Grand Bazaar (Souk), the Blue Mosque, Haigh Sophia Mosque and the Topkapi Palace.
In 2014 I went back to Istanbul with Teigan, Robin, and her ex-partner. Again, we stayed on the European side, and also crossed Golden Horn over the Galata bridge and ascended the namesake tower for a view down the Bosporus to Asia and the Black Sea.
Our first trip specifically to visit several central Balkan countries was a year later in 2015. Robin and I planned to visit Slovenia, then drive south through Croatia, Bosnia Herzegovina, and Montenegro.
Slovenia has been part of multiple Kingdoms and Empires over the millennia: the Illyrian Provinces, Byzantine Empire, Carolingian Empire, Holy Roman Empire, Kingdong of Hungary, Republic of Venice, Napoleon's First French Empire, Habsburg Empire, and Yugoslavia in 1918. In June 1991, Slovenia declared independence from Yugoslavia. We found a constantly changing architecture from these previous empires.
One of the reasons I wanted to visit this country was to hike the Julian Alps, part of the Dinaric Mountains, which forms the northern boundary between Austria and the Balkan Peninsula. A surprise to us was to discover intense WWI battles in severe weather along the Soca front that were fought in these mountains. Very similar style of trench warfare found in Belgium and Flanders, but here at 6,500' and in trenches of snow, not earth and mud. Many casualties were frostbite, and deaths were hypothermia.
From the mountains we drove southeast to the Adriatic coast. The influence was clearly Venetian, whose city/state occupier was only a hundred miles further west.
On returning to the capital Ljubljana and nearby Lake Bled, only 60 miles from the coast, one sees the urban planning and architecture from a century before reflects the Habsburg and Austrian occupiers to the north, rather than the Venetian to the west.
After taking the train from Ljubljana to the Croatian capital of Zagreb, we rented a car and returned to the coast.
En-route we visited Plitvica National Park with its series of sparkling waterfalls tumbling into streams and rivulets. Boardwalks hovered inches above the cascading waterways draped with lush vegetation.
After returning to Dubrovnik, we took a day-trip to Kotor, in Montenegro. We would like to have had more time in this small but beautiful mountainous country.