Serbia – Belgrade
My destination was Serbia. Not a sexy hotspot nor on my ‘must-visit’ country list but sometimes I make promises on a whim, intending to follow through but at my tortoise-like, almost glacial pace.
My destination was Serbia. Not a sexy hotspot nor on my ‘must-visit’ country list but sometimes I make promises on a whim, intending to follow through but at my tortoise-like, almost glacial pace.
Small roads, winding up and down mountains, what looked like cliffs, over dodgy bridges and some sharp bends. Thankfully I didn’t see any of this on the initial journey otherwise, I would have made the taxi drive at 40km an hour.
Bocas del Toro is a Panamanian province in the Caribbean Sea. It’s a collection of small islands and a section on the mainland that borders Costa Rica.
This trip was booked on the spur of the moment, after promising my friend Shelly that I would visit her in Costa Rica. Shelly and I go way, way back, having worked together for over a decade.
It had been six years since my last trip to Antigua and while I wasn't planning on visiting before 2024, sometimes unexpected things come up and here I was, seated on an 8-hour British Airways flight, heading 'Home' due to a family emergency.
I effectively wrote off my summer travel plans after having foot surgery in mid-June, knowing that it would be 6 weeks before I could even wear closed shoes again. That was before I was asked to visit the corporate office for a summit at the end of July and I couldn’t say no, I mean it was a free trip after all! But Canada has never been a place I looked at and thought “I wanna go to the great white north”.
I had flown through Vienna on a couple of occasions but never had time to visit the city. But this time was different. I somehow wrangled a return flight from Malaga for a week, for €59 with priority boarding!
"Concrete jungle where dreams are made of…these streets will inspire you; they'll make you feel brand new" were key bars from Alicia.
Much has been made of my generation's carefree lifestyle, throwing caution to the wind and travelling extensively, more than any other generation. But what do you expect when it’s so cheap to fly these days?
Morocco lies just a short hop, skip, and a jump away across the bay of Gibraltar – a country I've had a rather peculiar relationship with. My first attempt at visiting Morocco goes way back to 2002 when I landed in Gibraltar for 6 weeks of training/mentoring those destined to take my job.