Fat Asian Baby

So we have finally arrived in Sarajevo without much fanfare. Though, by not much fanfare we mean that in the last 24 hours we have nearly tossed our cookies twice, survived a much hated mini-plane (we hate anything that carries fewer than 50 passengers and gives one the impression of impending death with every gentle breeze and then must go into a tight death spiral in order to impersonate something approximating "landing"), dropped our passport in the parking lot of Sarajevo International Airport, driven through Republika Srpska (Over IM, FAB inquired of a Bosnian friend as to the correct pronunciation of Srpska and was summarily informed that Srpska is pronounced just how it looks. Like duh.), crossed into Bosnia, personally witnessed the enthusiastic pop-revival of the mullet, consumed giant beer, ogled a midget consuming a giant beer (do not doubt us, we were quite pleased that we were able to record our first midget-sighting within three hours of arriving in the country. Needless to say, this bodes well for the summer.), guzzled a bottle of Serbian wine, discovered we were no longer in possession of passport, taken a tour of various policija establishments in and around the airport, and, uh, checked our email. Well, that's all folks. Hopefully tonight we will check out the boomin' Sarajevo nightlife and then the real fun will begin.
Ummm yeah.