The snow had melted to form miniature mountain ranges clinging to the roadside by the time I left Zagreb. I imagined tiny skiers slaloming down between the dirty rocks of melting slush. With hands shaken, I jumped in a cab to transport me to the bus station, where a 14 hour overnight journey awaited. I’d slept …
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Return to Sofia
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Hannibal Lector shaving my balls
It’s been a while dear readers. You must forgive my tardiness, but I have always sought quality over quantity with my travel updates. As such (and as I’ve not been doing much traveling), not a great deal of adventure or excitement worthy of note has occurred (nothing I could print anyway), and so I have been …
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