Feeling Kotor, Might Not Delete…
Reeling from last night's epic outing at Club Revel in Dubrovnik, the group didn't let shame and a polite hangover from exploring their city on their own while I stuck behind at the hostel catching up on some studying (still in residency y'know). ...
Returning To King’s Landing: Dubrovnik
Just how many monsooners are there really on this trip? Take a closer look (click to zoom): Dubrovnik. It's good to be back. I was here for the first time 3 years ago, as part of my Crossing The Adriatic...
Mostar With The Mostest
After a sobering day in Sarajevo and recovering from a night of mayem, we woke up at 10am to catch an 11:30am Autoprevoz bus to Mostar. The bus ride went pretty smoothly although I felt bad for the other folks who couldn't get a seat because of...
A Rose For Sarajevo
If it's not already playing, press play. And then start reading. A Sarajevo Rose is a concrete scar caused by a mortar shell's explosion that was later filled with red resin. Mortar rounds landing on concrete create a unique fragmentation pattern that looks...
Sleepless In Sarajevo
Coming from Belgrade via a detour to Srebrenica, we arrive in Sarajevo at 6:30pm at Travellers Home Hostel, where we dropped off our stuff and reunited with the 3 other monsooners Lei, Maria and Anthony. We would also be joined by...
From Belgrade To Sarejevo Via Srebrenica: Memories Of A Massacre
I had first heard of the Srebrenica Massacre back in 2005, when I was a college freshman and busy running the first national undergraduate film festival at Columbia University (CUNUFF). One of our first film submissions was a short film and...
Beyond Belgrade
I was debating whether to do an extra post on Belgrade as we saw everything required in the city center yesterday, thunderstorms be damned. But then I realized there were a few other things in its outskirts that were worth mentioning.We woke up to a late...
For Whom The Belgrade Tolls
chrysalism. n. the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm, listening to waves of rain pattering against the roof like an argument upstairs, whose muffled words are unintelligible but whose crackling release of built-up tension you understand...