Hippo Hostel Budva

... we walked out of the bathroom, we noticed a feral cat really different than regular feral cats- this one reminded me of my cousin Tracey’s- with really long back legs, no tail, and a different build. (I think they are Egyptian cats?) The cat’s back feet were even much larger than normal. I’m sure he could jump really high. We tried to pet him but he wouldn’t let us. After this we knew we were ...

... to bascially stop being such an idiot and he then started to respect me. I think he just thought I was just a kid as he was calling me boy all the time, so I gave him a piece of my mind. I have learnt that in life you just cant be to nice, before I would let people take advantage a little bit because I am naturally a soft person but know I definatley dont anymore and especially with guys like him. So anyway I managed to get my visa stamped on the page I wanted and then got ...

... sociologist which I consider myself. I may not be rich, but achieved my scholarly goals notwithstanding either FDU or the New School for Social Research in Manhattan dismissing me from their graduate study programs. Since completing my undergraduate degree, I've desired to better understand our world by meeting with and talking with the world's most controversial individuals. I believe in traveling to hidden and seemingly remote places around the world, partaking in local cultural ...

... to Albania, which I definitely would have taken if we'd stayed longer). But we had booked a ferry ahead of time, so we had to hit the road. Sidebar on sewage: I really feel the need to defend Kotor after Mitch's last entry. In its defense, all of Montenegro seems to have a bit of a sewage problem. For example, in Budva, the way we remembered how to get back to our hostel after strolling the beach was "left at the massive cesspool." So it ...

... to drop the guy some 'tea money' and paid only 15 euros for his, but needless to say we were quite nervous about going through. When we actually got to the border there was an English guy there with his son who had just had to pay the full 138, which he was spewing about. Digger and Paula and I headed upstairs to buy it, and when Paula asked how much the guy said 15 euros (the amount for a car ...

We caught the 10.30 bus out of Dubrovnik for Montenegro. Cost about 120 Kuna and took about 2.5 hours. Had to stop at the border and get a stamp which took about 15 min. Got into Budva and took a cab to the Hippo Hostel which we heard was a good place to stay. Found the hostel and luckily they had room for us. Spent the rest of the day walking the town and spending some ...

... way up the steep hill to the old fortification protecting Kotor's stari grad. Kotor had once been a Mediterranean naval power, and I imagine the fortification was once an integral part of that. A regret of mine was not visiting the maritime museum, however with the sun shining and an incredible view awaiting us at the fort I wasn't going to spend the afternoon indoors. We took our time climbing the steps, and it took around an hour in all to reach ...

... was Budva, Montenegro's top beach resort. Part of the pleasure of Budva is in the getting there, particularly if you are arriving from Dubrovnik. The bus traverses stunning coastal cliffs, hugging the sides of limestone ledges that are absolutely exploding with color from the greenery of palms and the cascades of neon blooms. On the other side of the bus, far below, underwater coral is visible through the shallow crystal clear waters, which eventually darken into a ...

... By the time we got back to the mainland, LJ was overdue for gelato, and was very happy with what we found. We then headed back for rest period. I was disappointed, but not surprised, to learn that my shirt was counted as a man's shirt rather than a woman's blouse. But I was pleased that it was returned promptly, though not spotless. After rest period, we returned for supper within the O.C. walls. Dinner was not noteworthy, and thus this installment ends on a quiet note. [Dinner ...

... bar, so mid-week, we stepped out with the crowd and walked the entire length of the bay to see where they were all going. We passed hundreds of half empty bars (and popped into a couple of the funkier looking ones). Most people though, just kept walking. Crazy. The hotel had a private beach, but it was a bit too "sun-beds in line" for our liking. There were a lot of Russians about in clunky gold jewellery ...