Awe-inspiring monasteries balanced on towering cliffs—Meteora stuns with its surreal beauty and centuries of monastic resilience. A sacred encounter between stone, sky, and solitude.

A motorhome parts hiccup near Plataria strands me for a week—but the view, the village, and the ouzo make it feel like a blessing in disguise.

A quiet evening in Sagiada: mullet, garlic-rich tzatziki, and the Ionian breeze — the kind of simplicity that feels like luxury.

Right after the border, Greece opens its arms — quiet beaches, open shores, and that deep blue you instantly remember.

A quiet day through Albania’s backlands: wild horses, unfazed cows, and resting souls with a view over their earthly paradise.

First night in Greece, first sleep at the sea’s edge. Sagiada welcomes with quiet charm, a tiny marina, and the distant silhouette of Corfu.

Free beach camping by a pine forest near Vlorë. No neighbours, no menu, just grilled fish caught that morning by the owner and sunsets that look photoshopped. The good kind of nowhere.

A drive through Vlorë reveals Albania in flux: glimmering façades, ghost buildings, investment fever, and EU hopes colliding with contradictions—and I was right in the middle of it.

Brief but stirring: a drive across Montenegro reveals breathtaking landscapes and hidden lakes like Poljičko, tempting a longer return. For now, it’s a fleeting glimpse—Greece calls, but the Western Balkans linger.

On the R427 near Bileća, the road ends—and China begins. Explosions, silos, Mandarin banners, and prefab dorms mark a deeper story: Beijing’s silent grip on the Balkans through debt, concrete, and control.

A blocked road near Stolac led to one of the trip’s best moments: a peaceful lunch by a centuries-old wool fulling mill on the Bregava River, surrounded by ruins, trees, and total calm.

First encounter with Croatia—driving through Karlovac region, stunned by the natural harmony of lakes, forests, and gentle tourism. A landscape that evoked memories of the Smoky Mountains and the Blue Ridge Parkway.

A visit to an authentic fisher house in Valle Canal Novo becomes a vivid time machine—unveiling centuries of lagoon life, hard work, and survival etched in clay and reed.

A spontaneous stop in Marano Lagunare leads to a peaceful overnight spot, an encounter with traditional fish farming, and a walk through the pristine wetlands of the Valle Canal Novo nature reserve—home to elegant flamingos and quiet ecological wonders.

A peaceful overnight stay in Marano Lagunare between old fishermen’s façades, lagoon waters, and the edge of one of Europe’s most delicate nature reserves.

Caorle reveals its playful soul through bold colours, vibrant art, and the irresistible charm of a carousel in motion.

Behind Caorle’s iconic round bell tower lies a treasure trove of underwater wonders—told not by waves, but through the lens of a local diver who turned marine biology into visual poetry.

A windswept detour to Caorle’s old sea chapel—part pilgrimage, part construction site, part quiet encounter.

The beach still slumbers, the hotels blink slowly awake — but the beach bars are ready. A stroll between storm-washed sands and that first, perfect drink.

A surprise turn in Caorle opens onto streets that don’t whisper but shout in color—rooted in history, yet defiantly alive.