This morning’s breakfast came with a side of inspiration! I caught up with Flora, the amazing German woman I met yesterday. She’s on a sabbatical from the German Police Force after 11 years of service and will be turning 30 in just two days. 🎉 Her plan? Oh, just a casual ride from Germany to
Today was pure magic — the kind of crazy, unexpected, heartwarming magic that makes travel so unforgettable.The day started early and only 11 km in — pfft! — my first puncture. Luckily, the local agricultural business came to the rescue. I thanked them, pedalled off… and 100 metres later, pfft again! The second puncture. This
Well, today I was chauffeur-driven in my very own mini bus — solo passenger, first-class view! My driver looked about eighty but handled the wheel like a pro. Every so often, he’d pop the bus into neutral and coast gracefully down the hills. I’ll admit, the first couple of times I double-checked to make sure
Who knew you couldn’t pump up a bike tyre at a petrol station? Certainly not me! Turns out my trusty steed needs a Presta valve, not the usual car-style one. So, off I went and bought the right pump—success! Tyre inflated and still holding strong after three hours (small victories count on the road). It
The rain finally eased into a steady drizzle as I arrived at the Virpazar train station — drenched despite my so-called waterproof gear. I popped my apartment address into Google Maps, only to discover… it was apparently a boat. Not quite what I’d booked. A quick message to the host, I had new directions and
The last two photos are of the old prison ruins right in the heart of Podgorica. These crumbling walls have seen better days — and, it seems, busier nights. The city’s homeless and those struggling with addiction apparently take refuge there after dark, turning the ruins into a rather unconventional hostel. At least they’ve found
Well, I’ve officially traded the cobbled charm of Dubrovnik for Podgorica — the capital of Montenegro — and I have to admit, it’s been a bit of a mixed bag. Two full days in and my lungs are reacquainting themselves with the toxic clouds of cigarette smoke, and let’s just say the smiles aren’t as