Šid is a small town that didn’t quite win me over. It consists of slot clubs, betting shops, and plenty of cafés, but only a handful of actual restaurants. I didn’t step inside any, though—the low-hanging clouds of cigarette smoke at the door were enough to keep me happily cooking up platefuls of veggies in
What a journey from Vinkovci. I’d bought a bus ticket to Tovarnik, just 2 km from the border. Only two of us were on board, so you can imagine my surprise when the driver suddenly stopped before the town and motioned for me to get off. No bad behaviour on my part — I was
Zagreb is a bit of a puzzle for me – there are things I adore and things I wrestle with. I love that cafés here are unapologetically about coffee and tea. That’s it. No cakes, no sandwiches – just drinks. If you’re hungry, you pop into a bakery, or you bring your own snack, and
Beneath Zagreb’s streets lies Tunel Grič, a 350-metre World War II air raid shelter that’s now a cool underground walkway. Once built for safety, it’s today part shortcut, part gallery, and part chill-out zone—history with a twist!
One thing you can’t miss in Zagreb is all the mysterious ladies carved into the buildings. Look up as you wander the streets and you’ll spot stone faces, flowing hair, and even the occasional bare-chested goddess staring down at you. They’re leftovers from the city’s love affair with Art Nouveau around the turn of the