Fjord Hotel Kotor

Rozpieszczeni pogoda i wspanialym zapleczem turystycznym Chorwacji przekraczamy granice Czarnogory.
Montenegro to piekna geograficznie kraina, nie spodziewalismy sie jednak takiej infrastruktury turystycznej, jaka zastalismy. Sa tu wielkie hotele, ktorych swietnosc przypada na lata 70te. Sa tu wielkie, rozpoczete budowy nowych zalozen hotelowych. Widac, ze nastal okres inwestowania w turystyke. Jednakze posrodku - dziura: brak prywatnych hotelikow ...

... around the entire bay affording wonderful views. The brooding peaks rising up almost vertically from the bay provided a stunning backdrop to the blue and emerald waters of the Bay or Kotor. Riding through the village of Perast was particularly enchanting as we could see the 2 picturesque islands in the bay. We’ll be sure to make a visit there during our stay. Around 1pm we arrived at Kotor bus station. Craig called Drazan from ...

... No thanks, if I am going to have an experience from hell, I am not paying more than 5 Euros like I do on Ryanair.

I already told you about the overnight bus ride from Macedonia to Albania where we had no idea if it would even show up. After being dumped unceremoniously into a mud parking lot on the outskirts of downtown Tirana, I walked around for a little bit. Tirana is like stepping back in a time capsule. Since the people ...

... up to the city fortress, built in 1500 AD. Realising the challenges that lay ahead, I bought some fruit and two bottles of water to sustain me through the 35 degree heat. As I pushed up the stone steps, the view got better and better. The old town lanes, stone city walls and the blue water looked more and more like a post card. Around halfway, I pulled out some water and opened the bottle, chhhhhhhhhhh, the demon that had chased Matthew Mckinnon and I around Europe last year was ...

... in the Bay of Kotor, so that the buildings remain free of character from the Communist-era. As we drove along the coast I was taken over and over by how beautiful it is. Every town we drove through people were swimming in little inlets off the rocks, the towns building up the mountain and colorful umbrellas dotting the beach. When we turned inland it became very rocky and suddenly there were less and less trees on the ...

... You go to bus station, information desk, they will tell you where is accommodation.". I was beginning to get the impression I wasn't the first person this had happened to (it's probably the main source of revenue for Podgoricas hotels.). His plan was relatively sound, but I had a better one. Going to the bus station was certainly a good stage 1, but I thought I'd make my own plan from there. I walked over to the information ...

After another beautiful bus ride along the coast and a very easy border crossing (I was the only one on the bus - everyone else got off at the stop right before the border), I arrived in Kotor, Montenegro. As there are no hostels in Kotor (there's only one hostel in all of Montenegro and it's only open during the summer), I knew I'd need to rely on the friendly touts greeting me at the bus station with offers of room rentals in private accommodation. I was ...

... hotel. When we go to that hotel, it was full. So, we ended back at the first hotel we came across. We checked in (Tammy was embarrassed to re-appear at the first hotel thinking the receptionist will think not to highly of us, but I didn't care, who are they to judge and we'd never see them again anyways) and dropped off our bags. Nice thing is, Niksic has a bit of a nightlife. Besides all the gambling parlors (yes, I said gambling ...

... Meanwhile, tables had cleared out inside, and we asked to move to one of them. Of course, the answer was "yes," but nothing was done to clear a table or move us in to one. We finished the prawns, continuing to inquire about that status of our transfer request, and continuing to get frustrating approval with no action. Finally, with the prawns consumed, we decided to make the move inside on our own, picking up our dishes, glasses, etc., and making our way inside. So we were ...

... in sarajevo reccomended...the guy who owns our pension was the former head of military police in the area and during the war...he had some major injuries and was dicharged after a year in the hospital...he has some fantasic and disturbing stories... we began to explore the city and make our way to the beach...We walked all around the rocks and found ourselves in front of the old hotel libertas...a fmr 5 star resort that is totally bombed out...its rocky shore is one of the main ...