Well, this one is dead. I've never understood the hype about pro or not) football, overpaid men running after a bit of leather, the beer filled rowdiness, capitalism at is worst, the violence, the deaths... Women behave better, I hope. Anyway, it's a big NO NO for me.
Fishermen's houses on the Bojana river in Montenegro, at the Albanian border.
The post's title means fishermen's houses, in Croatian/Albanian, some of the languages spoken down there. In one of my hotels, the owner spoke only Serbian. The old tower of Babel comes to mind...😀
Ciao from Podgorica, the capital city of a tiny country called Crna Gora, aka Montenegro, in the Balkans. I usually go to a local specialty restaurant, but I was too tired. So, had to be a Sicilian restaurant next to my hotel. Worst pasta Bolognese ever...