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