Doboj Fort: the second castle in one day

That is the well, now filled in, that Honey is walking past.

The plan was to visit a castle four hours away. So we loaded up on cola, pretzles, apples, and drove. On the way we stopped at Maglaj, where I encountered one of my students. Then we stopped at Doboj (all "j" is a "y" in Bosnian), located in the town of Doboj. It has been turned into a local park, with swingsets and a childrens' playground inside. There was a cool guy in costume taking the toll to get inside. But it was a bit, well, park-ish for us. so we jumped in the car and tried to find another castle that was supposed to be nearby, deciding that the original destination, now still two hours away, was too far. We never found the third castle. We took a wrong turn and ended up on a roadway in the middle of Bosnian nowhere. When we nearly reached the Serbian boarder, we turned around. It was an interesting place- it is not all built up like empty places in the US. Those fields we drove past, with dark, rich soil, have been fought over, loved, and plowed for thousands of years. Alexander. The Khans. Vlad the Impaler. We turned around before it got dark, found where we should have turned, and continued back home.

A broken war-machine. Maybe this will
be my new experiment over the summer.

The wooden structure on top of the stone wall
is called hoarding, which protects soldiers on
the wall from arrows and stones and such. This
was actually a great recreation of a hoard.

Side doors like this were used for surprise attacks from the fort during seiges.