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Albania Furgon Ride

The Albania Furgon Experience


My first furgon ride in Albania was a trip! A furgon is a minibus, similar to a Turkish dolmuş, the latter of which means “stuffed”. Furgon should mean “packed to the gills” because that’s exactly how they roll.     I was taking the furgon from Berat to Gjirokastra, about a three hour ride. Furgons don’t always leave until the…

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Njeguši Montenegro

Njeguši village, Montenegro – Smoked Ham & the Axe Man


High up in the mountains above Kotor, Montenegro, lies the village of Njeguši (neh-joo-see). The village is famous for it’s smoked ham called “Njeguški pršut”(like proscuitto) and local cheese called “Njeguški sir”. They’ve even laid out a “Ham Trail” if that’s your thing!   The village is a stop for every tourist on mostly any tour around the country. I was…

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My Balkans Adventure

And I’m off on My Balkans Adventure!


Well, it’s finally that time again! In a few short days I’m off on my next long-term adventure with a one-way ticket in my pocket. This time, I’m headed to a region I’ve been dreaming about visiting for years ~ the Balkans. For the next few months, I’ll be rockin out in Croatia, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Montenegro, Albania, Greece, Macedonia…

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guilty for traveling

Have You Ever Experienced Travel Guilt?


Have you ever felt guilty for traveling? How about that feeling of anxiety when asking your boss for time off so you can take a vacation, secretly hoping that your requested time off will be “approved”? Or worrying about your job being in jeopardy if you’re gone too long? What your fellow co-workers will think? Where does this travel guilt…

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Love Street, Selcuk, Turkey

G-strings, gypsy pants & good times in Selçuk


When I stepped off the bus in Selçuk, my friend was already there waiting for me. I’d met him a year earlier, the first time I came to Turkey, and we’ve kept in touch ever since. He recently opened up his own guesthouse and that’s where I’ll be staying for a few weeks. On the walk there we made small…

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My nine-hour bus ride with Turkish Tourette’s guy


It was my first long-haul bus ride in Turkey, traveling from Antalya in the south to Selçuk on the west side of the country. Eight hours didn’t seem too bad when I originally planned my itinerary. No problem, I’ll just take a nap for a few hours and when I wake up, I’ll be in Selçuk. No sweat! Right? Well,…

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Hello! Where you from?

Hello! Where you from?


These four words were originally met by a cringe from me my first few days in Turkey and I’d usually end up ignoring them. But once I changed my approach and learned to engage instead of ignore I found that when I stopped, opened up and reciprocated conversation with the person who spoke them (be it a so-called tout, shop owner…

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Istanbul

Farewell, Istanbul & Mr. Blue Eyed Boy


I had no intention of seeing Mr. Blue Eyed boy yesterday, so I stayed as far away as possible from the neighborhood he would be in.  I spent some time reviewing in my mind everything that happened and I kind of feel a bit uncomfortable with how everything went down. The lip hickeys have faded for the most part (thank God!)…

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Gonna Wash That Man Right Out of My Hair


On my walk back to the guesthouse, every time the wind blew I smelled him on me. In my hair, on my clothes, on my face. UGH. I smelled like I showered in man sweat. I made it back around eight in the morning. The guesthouse owners were sitting in the reception area and looked up as I walked in.  I felt…

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Foreign Tongues + Smelly Sheets = The Worst Make Out Session EVER


When we met back up Mr. Blue Eyed Boy informed me that he had to run an errand for work and wouldn’t be able to go to the show. “But it’s ok, you can go and I will meet you after and we’ll go eat something.” I was a little disappointed but I wasn’t going to miss seeing the dervishes for…

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The Blue-Eyed Boy from Konya


This morning I had to book an airport transfer for my onward flight to Izmir. Sitting behind a desk wearing an overcoat and a sour, disinterested look on his face was a handsome, young gentleman with the most captivating blue eyes I’d ever seen. “Hi, I need a transfer to the airport,” I said, in very slow English as this was pertinent…

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