Travel Blogs from Petrovac
Up at 4:30 to catch the shuttle to Gatwick at 5 am for our 7 am flight. In the airport the stores and cafés are open and full, children are being towed along, people in wheelchairs are sifting through the crowds, and the sun is just coming up on a sunny day. From the plane I see polka dot fluffy clouds drifting over lush green French farmland. Then …
... down. We stopped to wait for stragglers and photo hounds. And we oohed and aahed at the stunning vistas getting lower and lower as we climbed higher and higher. We knew we could make it because we were following in the tracks if a very large cow or bull. It's hoof prints were in the mud and cow paddies became a mine field so much so it seemed like we were dancing a jig to avoid the slop. Fragrant in another way! Finally we were at the top! There were old ...
... we passed through Risan where the Roman Mosaics can be found, however, we didn´t enter.
Our goal was to reach another small town called Kamenari from where we wanted to take a ferry to the other side of the bay, to the place called Lepetane. The ferry was very fast (there are actually four of them) and super cheap (EUR 1 for one bike).
A few kilometers after we crossed the bay we decided to stop again, just to have one more beer.
Then we ...
... and it was made even worse when Jerry bought me a beer!!!! I was in no condition to start drinking again and it was almost painful trying to drink it. After a swim at the beach and an afternoon nap however I felt a lot better and joined the rest of the hostel guests for another home cooked meal. At midnight we all headed to the Old Town for a cocktail then everyone went out to Top Hill except for Jelle and me. We walked home to the hostel and on the way discussed going to Durmitor ...
... deserted restaurant with portraits of Hapsburgs on the walls and dust motes swimming in narrow shafts of light through the gaps in the drawn brocaded curtains. Not a soul anywhere as we wander through the doorway to a deserted bar; our footsteps echoing through the cavernous rooms; like the set of a horror film, but for the absence of a cadaverous and tuxedoed maître d' suddenly appearing at our elbow. We step back out onto the plaza and in the gathering dusk, make our way around ...
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- Swimming pool
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Business Services
- Free parking