As part of my second Balkan tour this year, I should be on board a plane from Belgrade to Podgorica in Montenegro at this very moment.
One would think that traveling is a normal matter, which many people would strive to do. But as happens so often with my trips, I get asked “what’s the purpose of your trip” not only by border agents, but also by friends. As if there was something suspicious about my destinations.
Ever since Casino Royale, it should be perfectly clear what people go to Montenegro for: playing poker, saving the world and some action.
It’s a tough job, but somebody has to do it.