Posts in category ”Travel destinations”
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The bunkers of Albania
Albania is a country that’s learned to live with its scars in plain sight. Scattered across the landscape like some twisted dystopian crop are a staggering amount of concrete bunkers, derelict relics of a madman’s obsession. They dot the hillsides, line the beaches and haunt the city parks.
Summer in Bohemia
Prague doesn’t do subtle. It hits you in the face with drama, drowns you in cheap beer and whispers questionable suggestions in your ear as the Vltava rolls on beneath centuries of blood and poetry. If you’re into beautiful architecture, rowdy crowds and mainstream debauchery, then welcome to the show.
Legacy of the masters in Florence
Some cities keep their best cards close to the chest, being careful not to spill any secrets to visitors. Florence is the complete opposite. This city flaunts its goods like a dancer at the Moulin Rouge.
Impending doom of Venice
Venice has always felt like a dream. A fever dream soaked in salt water and laced with crumbling elegance. A city defying logic, with no roads and no cars, just a tight weave of alleyways clinging to the edge of oblivion. But dreams fade.
Happy New Year Luxembourg
If you’re looking to start your year with a bang, and not the kind that leaves a crater, you could do better than Luxembourg. Tucked between the heavyweights of Europe like some neutral cousin who shows up to family dinners in a cashmere sweater and says very little, this tiny country plays it cool.
Roaming in Valletta
Valletta is a city built by knights and battered by time, perched like a stubborn old cat on Malta’s rocky spine, staring defiantly at the Mediterranean.
The silent city of Mdina
Perched on a hill in the center of Malta like some ancient being, Mdina looks like the kind of place where secrets go to fester for a few more centuries. Once the island’s capital, now just a footnote with a view.
Around the island of Gozo
Most people come to Malta chasing the postcard gloss of Valletta or the blue shimmer of the beaches. Gozo? It’s the dusty side alley of the Mediterranean, the slow heartbeat of the archipelago. But that’s the actual reason to go.
Silent night in Frankfurt
Frankfurt is a city that wears its glass towers like a tailored suit. Expensive, efficient and utterly devoid of warmth. Not ugly, not beautiful. Just precise.
The streets of Paris
One of the perks of being a repeat visitor to a large city is to stop racing the clichés and start living the moments. Learning to inhale deeply, walk slowly, let my boots carry me into alleys I didn’t know were there in the first place.