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
I’m off to Greece — to the mythical slopes of Mt Pelion, said to be the homeland of the ancient centaurs! 🐎✨ Nestled between the Aegean Sea and the Pagasetic Gulf, this lush, mountain-meets-sea region is dotted with stone villages, forest trails, and hidden beaches. The hiking is meant to be spectacular, with misty chestnut
Today I hit the deck running! Two cruise ships (each carrying around 2,000 eager tourists) sailed off last night, and by 7 a.m. two more had rolled in — which meant one thing: the Old City was about to be buzzing. So, I headed out early to get ahead of the crowds. By 11 a.m.,
Lucky for me, the slightly frazzled bus driver—after a few dramatic taps to his forehead—finally looked at me and said, “You have ticket for your bike?”Quick as a flash, I smiled and said, “No, I pay you direct!” A tiny grin appeared, and he nodded, “Twelve euros.” Deal done! He showed me where to stash
Well, today didn’t quite go to plan! I set off early, eager to reach the trailhead, but fate had other ideas — an accident along the way put an end to that plan. So, after a brief detour a few kilometres up the main highway, I turned back and decided to make the most of
Visiting the Genocide Museum in Mostar today was deeply emotional — though sadly, not my first experience in such a place. Each one carries its own weight of sorrow, but this one in Bosnia struck a particularly tender chord. Among the many heartbreaking displays, one that stood out to me was “Bosman – the first