Aleksander Hotel Budva

Bar is a port town in Montenegro. It took us about 5 hours or so to get there by bus from Dubrovnik. The first thing we did was use the bathroom. Of course the station restrooms had holes in the floor for the toilets and little foot areas so you could squat down over the hole. I still don't understand how women are expected to pee that way. It’s so difficult- not to mention gross- at the same time. And, we had to pay for it ...

... lose my anger but I could feel it building up inside me and I felt like I really didnt like this guy. We got through the Albanian border no problem and then when we got to the Montengro side I took my passport away from him because I wanted the police to stamp it on a specific page to save the blank pages, he was getting a bit funny towards me and I told him straight I dont like the way you are talking to me I find it very rude, his whole attidude changed towards me when I told him ...

... our order; there was no menu. We verbally told her which libation we wanted; as she walked away Sharko came in. Sharko was Ratko Mladic; he wore old faded blue jeans sagging a bit around his waist. I wasn't scared at all. When first shaking hands with Mr. Mladic I thought quietly, this couldn't possibly be happening; but it in objective reality it was really happening. I've met many interesting people since graduating WPUNJ in New Jersey in 1997. I personally coined the term ...

... to book excursions. The old town was more interesting - you can climb the city walls as in Dubrovnik. We also found (thanks to the hostel owners) a nice little spot away from all the crowds where Mitch could swim and I could lounge in the sun. Although Budva wasn't my favorite destination, I was sad to leave - the hostel was super comfortable and there seemed to be plenty of activities and excursions to occupy your time (including a day ...

... this has definitely been our favourite stop so far. Montenegro is half the price of Croatia but half as efficient. We were guided to the 9:45 bus to Tivat by a worker at the bus station. The bus said Tivat but the bus driver said, no Tivat. We protested but he couldn't be ***** going there leaving us with 2 options; wait for the next whopper to tell us he wasn't going or get on the bus and see where we end up. So were now in Budva. Hope Englands okay, speak to you soon. Bailey and Kerry

... ones being full but eventually a local woman with her little girl said that she had a room that we could stay in her flat. We went to have a look and it was actually the womans bedroom! It was cheap though at 30 euros a night we decided to accept although she said we werent allowed to come drunk and too late. As if! We had a steep walk up to a nice fort high above the old town and a nice meal in an Italian that night before heading to the bus station the next day for the bus into Croatia.

... the city walls and we even saw a man sitting back and having a chat with a friend in his Ferrari. I couldn't quite figure out where the money was coming from though, as nobody seemed to be doing anything! I felt a little out of place in my unwashed jeans and t-shirt, but nevertheless I socked up the atmosphere, glad to have spent 12€ on a pair of sunglasses which were an absolutely necessity in the strong sun. After lunch Chris and I made ...

... s hot-blooded instability to the south, is another true gem and a spot that, in parts, we very much enjoyed. Yet oddly, what Montenegro is most known for (other than being a new nation) is the one aspect of our visit to this tiny place that we disliked. Owing largely to its diminutive size, when you are in Montenegro you are never more than a hundred kilometers from the beach, but from what we could tell, very few people wanted to be more than 100 meters from the water's edge. Our ...

... of Newsday's Kathleen Kerr, since our dinner last night had been such a hit. The island was really cool. There were peacocks there, including some with spectacular plumage. We also had a nice view overlooking a small nudist beach, where we spotted a pair of "beached whales." From there, we walked along little nature trails (where we narrowly avoided walking on a rat carcass), climbed up to a fortress with a great view of Dooby, and strolled through a botanical garden ...

... of an evening perambulation. Mr MS and I would head out to a beach side bar after dinner and sit there watching hundreds of people just walk by over the course of the evening. It must be very annoying indeed for the owners of the half empty bars that all these people get dressed up just to walk past and never pop in for so much as a swift half. For the first few evenings we assumed that we had simply selected an ...