The first time I laid my eyes on Dubrovnik was during wartime, in November of 1994. I was only four years old, and though that was one of the most devastating of times for the great City and I was only a child, there was something about it even then that made my soul feel complete. 615 more words
Chris and I had a pretty crazy December. We did a lot of traveling. Like 4 countries worth of traveling. We had just moved to London at the end of September and we were so excited to take every possible opportunity to go somewhere new. 2,237 more words
An unsung hero, and one of the most beautiful places I have visited is how I described Kotor to a friend recently. I feel it is about time I write a post which is not about Birmingham, and instead about travel. 301 more words
Photographed in 1966 by Anthony Sargeant while on holiday in what was then still Yugoslavia. A wonderful summer with his then partner Gill – fabulous weather for six whole weeks driving down through Europe in an Austin A35 van.
The journey from Dubrovnik into Montenegro was breathtaking, with massive mountains, rugged and appearing recently hewn, plunging directly into the sea. I drove around the Bay of Kotor with the sunset, rather than taking the Kamenari – Lepetane ferry. 366 more words