As I approached the three cottages strung in a row along the dirt vehicle track at around 1050 metres above sea level, 7 km into my run, my body’s yearning for caffeine took over myRead More
A thunderhead still brilliant white, shadowed grey, boils upward like a nuclear explosion over the mowed fields. In the northeastern sky a bolt of lightning slices down through the bright sunlight; a few seconds later,Read More
Downtown Raška was bustling. I hadn’t expected this. I had become so accustomed to the quietness of life atop Kopaonik in the un-season — post ski season and pre summer — this sudden flush ofRead More
Kopaonik in June … thunderstorm wild. The thunderstorms glide in every day, amassing ever blacker as one waits in anticipation, the air growing thicker with heat and humidity, the insects furiously buzzing from flower toRead More