On my third day in Mostar I decided to head out on a paid tour with Adi, the owner of the hostel I was staying in – it was another recommendation of the Kiwis from Zadar.*
*Kiwis from Zadar would make an excellent album title
Continue readingBosnia | I Wish You Would Step Back From That Ledge My Fr-AAAAAAAAH
I didn’t intend to go to Bosnia. Two Kiwi guys I met in Croatia’s shittest hostel in Zadar – the one with the bees nest in the dorm – told me about a town called Mostar, which they recommended. Mostar was between Split and Dubrovnic, so my initial plan was to pop over into Bosnia and pop back to continue my journey south. Within a couple of hours of arriving in Mostar, I’d decided to alter my trip. Bosnia is a fascinating place.
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I’d wanted to go to Split after Zadar, but due to some techno festival taking place at the weekend, prices were insane. Rather than pay through the schnoz for a bunkbed for one night in Split, I booked a couple of nights in a town a 30-minute drive away; the tiny historical island of Trogir.
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I’ve gone and got myself behind in these dairies again, so I’m gonna do another whiz-through to catch up.
Continue readingSlovenia | Is It Even Travelling If You Don’t Nearly Perish
You don’t often worry about dying when visiting a tourist spot. Nobody dies in tourist spots. Travellers perish when they do crazy stuff, like go hiking off into the pizza-oven heat of Death Valley, or take selfies on the edge of Victoria Falls standing on one leg, or drive motorcycles through Mumbai after banging a tab. Nobody dies at tourists spots – nobody dies at Lake Bled. And yet. And yet.
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I woke up in Vienna, worked a little during the day, then lugged my shit across the sweltering city to the train station. From there, in a dehydrated, pink-faced fluster, I boarded the train to Slovenia.
Continue readingAustria | And Dan Said Let There Be Light, And There Bloody Wasnt Any Because He’s A Tit
Vienna is a gorgeous city. It’s so gorgeous, in fact, that it made me feel a little bit queasy.
Continue readingGermany | Sleepless Transit
I spent two weeks in Berlin in total, and my last night there was Dave’s 28th birthday. When we first met he was only 22. I was 23. Mad.
Continue readingGermany | A Sudden, Fantastic and Long Overdue Change
Okay okay okay – this one’s on a topic I’ve been wanting to write about for ages, but have always felt a little bit wary of. Here we go.
Continue readingGermany | How Does Bob Marley Like His Donuts? Wi Jammin’
Lawd it’s good to be back.
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