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Fuck yes it does! People will be even more willing to help you out, to hook you up with food or local currency, or to even offer you a place to sleep. The rule of thumb in Europe is: The further East you go, the easier it is to hitch a ride. Well, that also works southward, especially in the Balkans. The driver asked if I wanted to see some of the country. I said yes, and so we started driving in a completely different direction to Karlovac. He wanted to show me an assortment of leftover military equipment rusting on an empty lot on the side of the highway.
When we eventually crossed the border into Bosnia he took care of the administrative stuff, bribed a cop 10EUR got him off the hook! Getting to Banja Luka of course took twice as long as it normally would have but I probably would have never set foot in those cities otherwise! Something similar happened on the next leg of the trip on my way down to Sarajevo.
We were driving high up on the mountain along the Vrbas river, and the sight was just mind-blowing. I was looking out of the window in awe of the nature. I would have never breathed that air had I been traveling by bus. After a quick photo session we kept going. Keep one thing in mind should you get out of the car to do a bit of hiking in the Balkans, especially in Bosnia: As a result of the war, there are areas in the former Yugoslavia with heavy concentrations of unexploded mines.
Bosnia is still one of the most heavily mined countries in the world. Should you see a red sign warning of unexploded mines, stay the fuck out of there. I was given food, invited by some guys to a wedding celebration which I unfortunately declined , recommendations, and even a bit of local currency. What the hell was I doing in Donji Vakuf, a city of 24, inhabitants in Bosnia?
A couple of locals wanted to know as well. Well, waiting for a lift, of course. A couple of youths approached to ask how the hell a traveler, let alone a non-European traveler, had ended up in that town and insisted we exchange contacts on Facebook. To put me in touch with their relatives in Sarajevo. I also had to put up my one-man-show during many rides, since people were interested in knowing who the hell I was. On a number of occasions my driver and I had no common language and communicated in a rather rudimentary way, if at all.