The idea of a tour d'est has been dozing in the back of my mind ever since I first heard about what was soon to become the former Yugoslavia. Follow the highway of brotherhood an unity from Ljubljana to Zagreb, pass Jasenovac, watch the concrete turn into a gravel piste until you enter the endless dark grey outskirts of Belgrade, the city that is white no more but grey. From there to Belagertessarajewo, follow the wind towards the sea then head into the mountains to Podgorica, Pristina, Skopje...
Well, Ljubljanas gentle cool breeze tickelt this idea and woke it up, now it is stretching and groaning as I do when I am getting up...