One interesting thing about Lithuanian manors is their modern history. For example, this 15th century beauty was once turned into fly catcher factory and calvados brewery. Now you can only get married here, meh.
Potato street on the left, Bean street on the right, Pea street, Berry street, Melon street... It all boils down to Supilinn (Soup Town) - cosy little district of Tartu. Started in the 19th Century as slums for the poor, today it is clinging on its nails to the bohemian past, while modernization slowly creeps up behind.
When they zig, you zag. In other words, when everyone starts uploading photos of the first snow, you dig into the archives looking for sunny throwbacks from the Balkans, close your blinders and pretend winter doesn't exists.
Perfect weather, perfect scenery and perfect road requires a perfect car... but an old Moskvich works too! And yes, that's a toilet there.
You come to a strange capital of 100.000 people. Not expecting much, you go get some stuff for breakfast and start making plans of getting up early and reaching crazy beautiful mountains of Montenegro instead. Then, on the main street you hear distant roaring chants coming your way. Ole Ole Ole? That's probably football, but hell, it could also be rugby or darts for all I know about sports. You just follow the sound until you find the crazy crowd of red and yellow covered in smoke. Seamlessly you get sucked into the crowd and join them without really knowing what or why they are shouting, and just photograph. Only later that night you find out that it was the first football match between Montenegro and Serbia since their sepration in 2006. Or as Montenegrin goalkeeper put it - the most important match in this country's history.
In 2010 Macedonia decided throw in some millions to transform its capital's bleak face with the project "Skopje 2014" and show their middle finger to Greece. Fake baroque (but still giant) monuments and architecture with little symbols borrowed from here and there are supposed to increase tourist appeal of the city and hide its brutalist Yugoslavian leftovers. No matter how kitschy and oversaturated it looks, the plan seems to have worked pretty well. Today main square is full of selfie-takers and only a few conrete monsters like this Telecommunication Centre remains here.
Random hotel in Montenegro that I could not Google any information about. My Montenegrin must be getting rusty.
Train cemetery near Thessaloniki, Greece. Some sources say there are hundreds of these long forgotten cars, some say it's thousands. One thing is for sure - it stretches farther than your eyes can see and your legs can walk wearing shorts (those vines are damn spiky!). These trains have been here for only 30 years and it is already being reclaimed by nature. Makes you wonder, huh?