The first chapter starts at home in Pirna, long before the coast shows up. Why I went alone, what made a long sandy beach in Montenegro worth the trains, and how I talked myself into a sport that picks fights with the weather.
Read the prologue →Pirna to Dortmund for a work stop, then Köln and the flight to Podgorica. A week on Velika Plaža learning to kite without becoming news. A handful of days along the coast at Kotor and Budva. Then the long way home through Berlin, with photos, salt in the camera bag, and dignity mostly intact.
The trip splits into three: getting there (trains, a German detour, a midnight flight), the kite week, and the slow coastal road home. Each one gets its own page; the diary fills in the days between.
The prologue to the Montenegro kite trip — why it starts in Pirna, why the Adriatic, why kitesurfing, and why coming home is part of the story.
Open chapter plannedA wind-dependent progression story from Velika Plaža. The opponent is patient. The teacher is the weather.
Open chapter plannedOld coastal towns, evening light, and a long quiet way back from the Adriatic to Pirna.
Open chapterA pencil sketch of Europe with the route marked in. The pins change colour as the trip unfolds — planned, here now, visited, plan changed.
The diary lands here as the trip happens. Short notes from the day, usually a photo, written down before I fell asleep.
Once this day arrives, a short story and a few photos will land here.