I’ve always wanted to go to Istanbul and have some how never had the chance despite it being a very frequent layover for any flights out of the Balkans. So, en route to Rome from Pristina I made sure I had the longest layover possible in Istanbul. And boy, did we jam it full of as much as we possibly could. My legs were aching more than they’ve ever ached before on the metro back to the airport, but it was worth it to explore this Eurasian beauty.
Since my last stream of posts (aside from the previous post which I realised I had ready and waiting in the drafts folder for months), I moved from California to Pristina, Kosovo. After being home for majority of the last year and a half, I was suffering from coastal withdrawals so for my second weekend living here my best friend, her colleague, and I went off on a weekend adventure to the Albanian coast for an eco camping experience and adding number 44 to my country count.
Continuing on from Kotor, Montenegro I hopped on a two-ish hour bus (just depends on how long the queue is across the border) to Dubrovnik. You’ll want to stay awake for this drive – the road hugs the curves of the hills and affords you a spanning view of the sea. From the bus station, you can take another quick bus that lets you off outside the city walls by the Pile Gate. Continue reading “Dubrovnik, Croatia”
whistle+wander 