Fat Asian Baby

Well today I'm at least 60% over the massive depression induced by spending the weekend saying goodbye to various new friends in a ritual that involved tequila shots and dark beer, packing up lots of things into a very large box on wheels, cleaning out the fridge in the form of housing all its contents, dragging said large box on wheels down four flights of stairs and out into the a waiting taxi at 6am, driving out of town to the aerodrom, waiting in a long check out line with assorted female Ukrainian athletes, being told that "despite the paper ticket clutched in your hot little hand your name is in fact not on the list and you will in fact not be boarding the plane today so why don't you go over there and talk to the guy at the ticketing counter so he can berate you for 45 minutes for not calling up to 56 hours in advance to confirm your reservation while everyone else boards the plane and the plane takes off," hailing another taxi back into town, carrying ridiculously heavy wheeled box back up the same four flights of stairs you just carried it down two hours previous, and climbing back into bed.
So I thought I'd post some pictures* of Sarajevo that I took on Sunday because for some reason I thought it was going to be my last day here.
























*I know there are a lot of pictures of the old guys playing chess and that old guys playing chess with big pieces isn't something traditionally considered exciting, but what can I say except that I really really dig the old guys playing chess.

Related: according to Parisist, Balkans chic is gonna be all the rage this winter. Umm, Balkans chic?