Balkan holiday, or why rush when you could explore

It’s midday somewhere in the mountains of southern Bosnia. I’m in a foul mood as I just got stung by a bee right under my right eye. My whole face hurts and the steep climb seems like it’s never going to end. It’s the sixth day of our trip in the Balkans and all ofContinue reading “Balkan holiday, or why rush when you could explore”