Cyberpunk City

Driving through green mountains and down to the Bay of Kotor, William and I arrived just in time for a swim and a poolside lunch at the Iberostar Herceg Novi. Staying for three nights in the same place feels like such a luxury after the last few months of constant movement.

As grey clouds started to build, I decided to run up the local mountain, gaining more elevation than I used to get during a whole month in Halmstad. Otherwise, William and I have just taken it slow and acquainted ourselves with the hotel and its surroundings.

With “Mexico” being the dinner theme for the evening, I overheard the young Montenegrin woman making enchiladas say that, as the season was coming to an end here, she would be moving to the cyberpunk city of China, the 32-million-something metropolis of Chongqing, to work at a hotel for the winter months. With my globalist days behind me (and perhaps the world's too, one is afraid to add), this little biographical fragment felt strangely heartwarming.