This piece was originally published in The Hindu Sunday Magazine.
The bus rolls slowly into the central station in eastern Mostar, the familiar crunching sound of gravel under the tires signalling the end of the ride. The journey from Sarajevo had taken just a little over two and a half hours, and we’d got to enjoy the sight of the enticing emerald-green waters of the Neretva river along the way. Continue reading “Notes from Mostar”
Split, Croatia. April 2018.
The bus made its way from Mostar to Split, halting at a nondescript gas station on the way. I had a cappuccino that – like every other cappuccino I’ve had in the Balkans, dark and intense – was far too strong to drain.
The usual fare of coffee and impossible-to-evade secondhand smoke. Continue reading “Sunset in Split”
I have finally bid goodbye to Münster, the quiet little German city that everybody constantly raved about but I just couldn’t warm up to. Since the start of April, I’ve been travelling across the Balkans, soaking in the diverse culture, cuisine, hospitality and unpretentiousness of the region. Continue reading “Life Updates: The Balkans, Mashrou’ Leila & Being on the Road”