I look across the table at him. It’s his flight they’re announcing, but you’d never know by the lackadaisical look on his face. Because it’s not the reason we’re here. At the Zadar Airport. Drinking crappy, expensive cappuccinos in order to use the wifi. Continue reading →
I open skyscanner.com and enter Dublin in the origin box. 10/07/2015. Destination: Everywhere. The list starts loading and towards the top I see Zadar. I’ve been dying to go to Croatia but I’m worried I outstayed my good weather fortune and budget constraints for Europe. Ireland has left me craving sunshine and cheap prices. Continue reading →
A backpacker question more relevant than your name, age, occupation or any comparably “normal” introduction. You meet people so frequently and can never know if you’ll end up talking for 30 seconds or traveling together for 30 days. So you hold off on names and, instead, you focus on their stories. Where are you from?