I met a guy called Alberto. Gods was that his name? Anyway, I did meet him walking down the road from my hike today and he told me in half Italian, half English all about his life, which was interesting
The spent bullet casings are slowly being removed from the building known as the sniper’s nest in Mostar. I have two of them in my pocket right now. Those are the remains of two small things that may well have
I’m standing in a corridor, lined with doors. One of them creeks behind me and I feel slightly sick. It’s easy to imagine a cell door slamming shut on me, locking me inside while I wait to be tortured and, even in a museum
I can’t claim any credit for this idea. It was all Jennie’s idea, really. The story goes, it’s a nightmare to travel from Montenegro to Albania and, once there, it’s a nightmare to get around the country. Of the Kotor
The thing that everyone does when they go to Kotor (and which is a great thing to do) is climb up the many steps to the fortress that sits above the town. For a tourist destination, the path is refershingly
It’s worth having a cup of coffee on the Trg od Brašna in Kotor at the Astoria just for the tasty little lemon cakes they serve it with. Enjoy while looking out at the Palata Prima. The coffee’s pretty tasty too.
The two guys on reception at the Hostel Old Town in Kotor, Montenegro are a comedy duo. Everything they do involves a joke. “Can I stay for another night?” I say. “No, not on a Sunday!” says one. “Three hundred