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Tag Archives: Podgorica
Last night, a man threw a grenade at the US Embassy in Podgorica. Nobody was injured because it was midnight and everybody was at home. Disappointed to discover this, the man used his second amendment grenade to blow himself up. … Continue reading
Could it be that my map of Montenegro is a bit outdated?
“If nights were as long as I love you, dawn would never come.” (Photographed in Podgorica, Montenegro.)
It’s a bit stereotypical with the Balkan-type cap and the drooping mustache, but this is art in Montenegro. It reminds you a bit of the Easter Island heads, doesn’t it? (Photographed at the Winter Palace in Podgorica, Montenegro.)
Ok, I need to take back the “maximum security” part, because there is quite a big hole in the wall of the prison in Podgorica. So big that a kiosk with a small bar set up shop there. I wonder … Continue reading
“She is trying really hard to attract a new tenant.” “Yes, I believe she got herself some fake windows.” “Five of them even!” (Photographed in Podgorica, Montenegro.)
In Podgorica, Montenegro, I saw this poem for the forest, but I cannot find any English translation online. Can any of my Serbian/Montenegrin-speaking readers help? Thank you very much!
When I went to Podgorica, I stayed at a hotel because I had to run the half marathon. I didn’t want a Couchsurfing host to have to get up early on a weekend and to see me in my sweaty … Continue reading
The airport (“aerodrom”) in Podgorica, Montenegro: Ok, this is not the airport, but it is the train station for the airport. Unfortunately, I only found out about it later. When I arrived, I asked the lady at the airport information … Continue reading
“Cabin crew, prepare for landing,” the command came through the public-address system, filling the silent cabin of the early-morning flight from Belgrade to Podgorica. “Landing where??” I wondered, for I had only seen dramatic mountains, partially covered in snow, and some lakes. The … Continue reading