I love getting locked in small rooms and having to escape. Weird right? I’ve escape from countless basements and tight spaces across Europe, but I’m not talking about that time with the German cannibal, or the hostel where things took a turn for the worse-...
Finding freedom in Prizren. “Who wants beer?” It was more of a statement than a question as the hostel owner came charging in, clutching plastic bags full of cheap two litre bottles of Kosovo’s finest brew. Everyone was getting beer. “And who...
A Tale of Bears and Lakes in Shkoder. “Is that a bear?! That’s a bear isn’t it?!” We were driving down the main street of the Albanian town of Shkoder, and all in the car were clambering at the windows for a desperate view of the street...
I was the only tourist in Moldova. Probably. I was visiting Chisinau, the inelegant, yet chaotically transfixing capital of this small state on the edge of Europe and there wasn’t another visitor in sight. That meant that all the abandoned theme parks,...
The stones clattered furiously over the cliff as I desperately clung onto the narrow rock face and inched ever so precariously along the mountain path. This was supposed to be easy. An easy jaunt to the top of a hill. But no, I found myself on a black graded...
Dubrovnik. The walled city. The jewel in the crown of the Croatian coastline. Or so the tourist guides and lonely planet describe the place. It’s nice. But it’s busy. Really f*cking busy. In the heat, the humidity and surrounded by swarms of cruise ship...
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