Sicily for hedonists: Etna, black sand and arancini
A volcano smoking above the vineyards, red grapes at 800 meters and panino with spleen at the Palermo market — Sicily is eaten with your hands.
20·08 · 7 min readDestinations with a plan: routes, lodging (and camping), meals, and the exact month to go.
A volcano smoking above the vineyards, red grapes at 800 meters and panino with spleen at the Palermo market — Sicily is eaten with your hands.
20·08 · 7 min readThe Kadu waterfall falls thirty meters into a silence unknown to the city, and above it stands Gostuša, built of stone without a single nail.
23·07 · 7 min readFive hundred kilometers of asphalt above the sea, from Velebit to Pelješac — how to divide the highway into stages that are remembered, not endured.
21·07 · 7 min readThe lake loses its summer crowd, not the heat of the water, and the chardas on the shore cook fish stew in the cauldron, not according to the menu.
Subota kad se grožđe još bere ručno, a mladi vranac je taman toliko mutan da mu se veruje da je pravi.
At 1,200 meters, the lake is not heated like the others, and the islands on it literally swim — Vlasina is the coldest point in Serbia even in August.
September is the only month when you enter the Serbian cellar without knocking — the door is open because the cauldron is full and your hands are dirty with must.
The Ohrid trout on the menu at the price of a regular river is almost certainly not the Ohrid trout. That is the first question for the waiter.
Lokvanji su odcvetali, autobusi su otišli, a u Crmnici se bere. Skadarsko jezero je krajem septembra najbolje što Crna Gora ima van mora.
The spa rock at noon is the line for the photo. At eight in the morning there is a cliff edge above Perućac and no one but you.
Nine towers on a rock, a ship through the narrowest throat of the Danube and a pot of stew that boils for two hours — a weekend where Serbia has a fjord.
Dew that is lukewarm at noon is not a wine, but a poorly packed cooler. Here's how much ice it holds, what goes down and what goes up.
The last week of August on the plateau smells of dried thyme and jars of honey still warm from the centrifuge — before the students sit in their desks.
One day, two heights: 2900 meters of volcanic ash until noon, then a glass of Nerella from 700 meters until sunset. This is how it comes together.
The peninsula that separates Boca from the open sea has coves that can only be reached by sand, through olive groves older than all the houses around them.
How to connect a tavern, an oil mill and a winemaker in one weekend, without spending half a day behind the wheel or arriving at the tasting hungry.
August in the interior of Istria: the summer truffle that no one hides, oil mills between rows of olive trees and two towns on top of a hill.
The water under the dam is eight degrees even in August. A guide to camping, swimming and soup on a raft near Perućac — no surprises on the skin.
Bermet from the cellars of Karlovac, Probus from the southern slopes and a day that goes along with every tour — with kilometers and exact breaks.
Fruška has cellars that accept you even without notice and those where you stand in front of the gate without an invitation. Here's how to arrange your day so that your taste buds don't get dull by noon.
The old town of Corfu at seven in the morning smells of coffee and wet stone, and the northern bays do not yet have a single sunbed. Here's how to catch both.
Two days on a peninsula where the vineyard stands at an angle of 45 degrees, and oysters are pulled from the sea while you are still looking at them.
Two islands in one day from Split is only possible if you read the Jadrolinija timetable backwards — from the last ferry to the first coffee.
The island, which was closed to foreigners until 1989, today offers a jug of plavac in the tavern and tunnels that can be entered without a tournament.
Green meanders that twist as if someone were drawing, a griffon vulture overhead and silence that is not disturbed by a kayak — Uvac opens only to those who enter the water.
While Santorini is drowning in cruise ships, two islands further south offer white tuff, cedars by the beach and a carafe of local wine for five euros.
The old road from Kotor to Njeguš has 25 visible serpentines and a village at the top that smells of smoke and storm. Here's how to put the steering wheel and board together.
Car to train through the Bohinj tunnel, Mohanta plate above the lake and Rebula in the hills — two days that connect the mountain and the border with Italy.
Two distilleries, one river and half an hour's drive between them — how to drive to Speyside without wasting a glass.
A city where espresso doesn't exist — it's looking for nero. A one-day gourmet excursion across the border, from a Viennese tavern to a stall selling Adriatic sardines.
From Sjenica to Zlatar, two days and half a kilo of cheese in the trunk — a route that measures height, salt and patience.
A 40-kilogram wheel, a keg as old as its owner, mortadella as thick as a pole — the plan for three days in the Po Valley.
Already after the first cup, you know whether they are driving you or teaching you. How can a visit to the distillery and cellar not be a tourist show, but a day that leaves something behind.
Amber wine that sleeps in a buried barrel for six months, a table that never gets emptied and mountains on the horizon — Kakheti is hedonism without a brake.
In the morning, at Kalenić, at noon, they fly to the Cabinet Office in Kosmaj — 45 kilometers that turn the day into a ritual, not an obligation.
Ninety kilometers separate the factory that invented the golden lager from Prague's beer halls where draft beer is drunk standing up. We drove that line.
Smoke from a hole in the ground, seven recipes for mole and a market that smells like cocoa — Oaxaca is not visited, it is eaten and drunk.
Kyoto can be +37 in July with humidity that sticks the shirt to the back — but the city is conquered at seven in the morning and nine at night.
Cooler bag that really cools, gear that fits in one chest, and groceries that don't capitulate at +35. List without hyphens.
The warmth of the plains, the coldness of the mountains and an altitude of 1,200 meters — three lakes that turn the weekend into three different states.
No air conditioning, no bar, no notifications: three places in Western Serbia where the extended weekend is measured in mornings, not hours.
The highest peak in Serbia, a waterfall that falls 15 meters and a stone village — all in two days, if you know in which order.
While Belgrade stands at +38, at 1000 meters the wind blows and a blanket is mandatory at night. Three mountains, three characters, three reasons to fill up the tank.
A fifty-year-old pine cools the tent while the asphalt outside is 40°C. Three campsites in Dalmatia where you park your car in the shade, and the sea is a hundred steps away.
No ferry, no hour of sand. Five beaches that you drive to, leave your car and in ten minutes you are in the water.
A breakdown doesn't happen on the highway — it happens in the parking lot, in your head, the evening before. Here's what to check while you can still fix it.
From sardines in Fažana to olive oil in Vodnjan and truffles above Motovun — a route where every stop is a meal.
Ledinci, Bruje and Sot: where to pitch a tent, what it costs, and why shade decides everything for a summer weekend on Fruska Gora.
Two days on a peninsula where the vineyard drops into the sea at a 45-degree pitch, and oysters are eaten two meters from where they were pulled out of the water.
Soul Harmony kad telo traži mir, Deep 1 kad traži pritisak. Golubačka 1, radnim danima do 22h, subotom do 21h.
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