Last night in Sarajevo

I think I have bitten off a bit more than I can chew with this holiday journal. I just don’t have it in me to keep writing all these posts. There’s still so much to get through, a few twists and turns to go yet, but it’ll take me ages to write it all.

I’ll do this one then in a few days I’ll do a super quick round roundup.

Anyway, on with the story – The next day, Saturday, probably our last day in Sara. It rained all day and all night. The whole day was rained off. The day before –sunny. Saturday. Rained off. We hung around, tried some coffee shop game but mostly we didn’t do much. The town was quiet.

The Saturday night was awful. The torrential pouring rain drove everyone into bars. Every single bar was jam packed and because of this, the volume was turned up. We went to Baghdad Cafe but it was just a packed, damp sweaty mess. We bounced around a few shit bars and decided to call a day on Sarajevo.

On the way home we walked past Cheers pub. Busy, loud. But full of nice women. I grimaced and said to Krauser:

‘Look, it’s earlyish. No game, but shall we just force ourselves to go in there and have one last drink, force ourselves’.

‘Why not’.

So we went in. We got two pints and actually as luck would have it, there was a tiny quiet corner at the back showing Premiership football. It was perfect. So we worked it. There wasn’t that much to work but we gave it a go.

While we were working it a hot blonde, an 8, almost, almost a 9, walked past. Amazing body and a salmon pink, elegant figure hugging dress. She didn’t cotton on but I had the feeling she’d clocked us. Krauser mentioned her.

‘Yeah’. I said.

We continued to work the tiny space but were hamstrung by the fact it was so tiny, even in Sarajevo, you were lucky for a set. We worked the room but nothing much was exciting us. No targets, that’s why. So half an hour later we decided to go. Shame because I was up for staying out. I like being out, I just don’t like having to shout in my friends ear to have a conversation.

So we set off out and as we got closer to the door Krauser said to me

‘You just got a massive IOI of those two at the bar, how do you want to play it’.

I went to the bar, ordered two more pints, turned to the two guys next to me and yelled

‘This is the worst singer I have ever heard in my life; he’s butchering these songs’ (there was a live band on, and the singer was truly fucking awful. I am better than him, I would have put him to shame and I can’t sing as anyone who has heard my SoundCloud account can testify).

Pawn set owned. All I have to do is work out how to make it to the target set. In full knowledge it’s a warm set. If I ave to I’ll just go direct but it’s better if it can be natural, so I give myself 5 minutes to work it out. They’re both 8s.

They work it out for us. They reposition and stand right next to me. I give it a minute.

‘Excuse me Miss. Blah blah – you dress well’.

No game involved here really. They were interested off the bat. All I had to do was handle logistics. I quickly introduced Krauser and the other guys in. The second the brunette got a chance to talk to me she was standing close. I could see an easy divide coming. The blonde, while hotter, could have gone either way. I could have chosen her as target and worked her but the brunette was clearly only for Jimmy. And she was hot, with a gorgeous body, firm tits pressed against me and she looked like Audrey Hepburn. I leant over to Krauser, who was behaving impeccably after the Dubrovnik debacle.

‘I am happy with the distribution’.

Bald head was now like a dog with two dicks. He turned his A game onto the blonde. For half an hour we held court with the two chicks and the two guys, who turned out to be Serbian and cool as hell. We Facebook closed them and bounced the two chicks to a night-club.

These are good looking girls. Slim, elegant, well dressed. Not night club tarts. Not party girls. Hot, young women who stand out from the crowd.

I liked my girl. She was gentle, elegant, well dressed. She was sexy and feminine and really hot. She was straight out of the Audrey Hepburn mould. We were making out by the end of the night. Not much I could do as I was leaving Sarajevo the next morning, but my first solid target of the holiday and a fucking fine one at that.

Target Rate (how many 8s or above are you likely to see in a 10 minute period during peak hours):  Hard to say, depends on the time of year etc. I’m happy to say if you go out on a Saturday evening you’ll see 10 in 10 minutes without having to go to bars like Movida.

Cost: £15 for the hostel and £20 to live per day.

Reaction to game: The guys are friendly and the women are generally polite.

Conclusion: It’s not easy. If it was easy we’d have got laid 20 times. It’s abundant and friendly and there’s an abundance of good locations. If you lived there, it’s small enough that you could own the town socially. Go to the best bars, tip well, remember everyone’s name, befriend lots of people and use game to make the town revolve around you.

Lessons Learnt: I definitely need to get out of London. It’s good for everything but women.