Sarajevo smells good. It smells like your neighbour’s house that you walk past every day on your way home from work, which makes your stomach rumble. It smells like warm burek, fresh from the oven. It smells like strong Bosnian coffee. It smells like double apple shisha. It smells of the smoke from your freshly … Continue reading
More Montevideo, Please
world, there aren’t more than a handful that I walk around starting to dream of setting up a life there. In fact, I could name them all on one hand: Madrid, Berlin, Fukuoka and… Montevideo. Continue reading
