Look. I’m at the tail end of this trip, enjoying the moment while it lasts. I’m also booking accommodation for next month’s trips. And! Somewhere in my subconscious, I’m searching for the mental capacity to buy that next plane ticket.
This week, there’s not much going on in my head besides logistics.
As I must deal with what is on the surface, here are some scattered travel thoughts — crowdsourced from the public, contemplated by yours truly.
Read MoreTwo months of Balkan Summer — gone. 17 places. Done and dusted.
Prices rose. Temperatures dropped. Wine and seafood reigned. And I am very tired.
I now present the next round of unedited excerpts from my notes app: Balkan Summer edition.
Read MoreCroatia: sunshine, crystal-clear water, fresh seafood. Considered by many “savvy” travelers to be the “new” European hot spot, a bucket-list trip, a once-in-a-lifetime vacation destination… and I never need to go back.
See: three intersecting reasons.
The rise of tourism.
The impact of long-term travel.
Personal experience and perception.
Let’s dive into these (not so) crystal-clear waters, shall we?
Read MoreThis weekend marked one month of Balkan summer — 9 different cities/towns! — and I am happy to report that I have, in fact, learned some things. It is time to reflect.
Yet… I don’t feel I have much to say. That is, until I remember there is much I’ve already said.
I now present unedited excerpts from my notes app: Balkan Summer edition.
Read MoreAn old man with a room to let. A half-Russian actor from Albany. A local bartender with a penchant for eco-tourism. A Serbian entrepreneur based in Stockholm. A man-about-town smoothie company owner.
And the way each one of them led to the next.
A series of anecdotes. A deeper look at the statement: people are the reason why I travel.
Read MoreTransience (noun)
the state or fact of lasting only for a short time; transitoriness.
"the transience of life and happiness"
What this is not about: the joy and contentment that comes from savoring the present moment.
What this is about: the pleasure of movement — physically and psychologically. Temporality. Sandwiches, turkey & cheese. Coconut Trees.
Read MoreIt is Sunday afternoon on Lake Palić, and I am happily waiting 45 minutes for a fish stew, seated outdoors on a 90 degree day at a restaurant resembling a nautically-themed shack.
There is no breeze. No wifi. No one to talk to. Nothing to do.
For one full week has passed back on the backpacking grind — three different towns, three sleepy trains — and I’ve managed to complete all work-related to-dos.
There is nothing left to do, but nothing.
Read MoreI am making a pilgrimage.
To a quiet place. A place of legend. Where few travelers ever go.
And, via train — my favorite! Except… this train. This train must be cursed. It must be the slowest on Earth. I didn’t expect the Serbian rail network to be the Shinkansen, but I get the idea that I could outrun this piece of metal if I tried hard enough.
Huh. Maybe I just discovered the origin of the Sombor Shuffle.
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