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... and I were up and off that train like it was about to explode. It was dark by this time, but after only a few confusing Montenegrian directions, we found our hostel. The receptionist was so lovely, gave us a good place to go for dinner, and then told us all about Budva and Kotor, how to get there, what to do in each place, and what to avoid. Bless her. We had a quick, cheap but massive dinner, and finally collapsed into bed, relieved to have arrived in ...
... to an incredible size. It was because of the reasons above and many more that we were excited to see this little land to the South-East of the Balkans.
In order to get there we decided to avoid the twelve hour “express” train and instead jumped into an old ex-Yugoslavian plane from the “well known” and “safety conscious” Serbian airline, JAT. After the extremely old, scarily tall and horrifically ugly flight attendant told us to sit ...
... ride was not long, but the border crossings took the time. They come on board and check a couple of luggage and you show passports, then they take and stamp them, and this to exit Montenengro, then he drives about 10 feet and the Croatia border guys come on and take your passports to be stamped, a lot of official nothing's, but it is their job, so you keep quiet---
Got into Dubrovnik, safe and sound.
... br> "Won't what?"
"What do you mean you won't be painting."
"I mean sir, the buildings won't be painted.."
"Well....Ok then.....Good luck with the construction."
"Construction? What construction? Ohhh the city. Sorry. I'll be at the pub if anyone needs me."
The place is a serious butthole. But interesting in its own way I suppose. Everything looks run down. Has a ...
... above Tom's bed had half melted. We did have a balcony though, which of course we thought was the element of sophistication.
We took a time out then headed into the town for some food. It stuck us rather quickly that people were looking at us. Not in a way you would when you see someone wear a nice outfit, but in a kind of "what is this strange person doing here" kind of way. These people are not used to tourists. And since all the men in this part ...