Hotel Slovenska Plaza 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 ...

... it was only for my benefit he parked there at all. Darko wanted to show me Old Town; he already knew what the beautiful cobble stone streets looked like. We also went to the Montenegrin capital, Podgorica. I really don't remember much of Podgorica except for walking around the streets one night. Since we didn't swim there so it wasn't a high point for me. When our ten day stay in Montenegro was finished we all packed and returned the way we came in Darko's car. The day before ...

... Budva (half an hour ride) .<br><br>To see my photos from Montenegro please click here:<br>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v =cHWEG5CfyFU<br><br>To read more about Montenegro please see this link:<br>http://wikitravel.org/en/Monte negro

Arrived in Budva in the early evening, a 1 hour bus ride from Bar. Got a cab to the only hostel listed in any of our guides and they were all booked up. Went next door to Androvics apartments and found a room for the four of us, 14 euros each. Th room and boathroom were really dirty but we were too tired to search for anything else. Sat down, had a shot with Rudy, the owner, and listened to some of his stories as a water taxi driver. Budva is ...

... cutest square, then called it a night. The highlight of our stay in Kotor was definitely climbing to the top of the old fortress the next morning. Kotor is situated at the head of a fjord, so the views throughout the climb were amazing. On our way back down from the top, we squeezed through a window and wandered around the back side of the fortress, which is where we found the little church among the rubble (see picture). There was a smattering of tourists climbing the ...

... going on. It is not a big tourist destination other than short excursions from beach towns despite having pretty, tree-lined streets. I just did not see any way for people to make money unless the city was just having August holidays with everyone at the beach. My guidebook said Cetinje is the sunniest city in the mountain region, with 2477 hours of sunshine per year, and at the same time the city with the most precipitation in Europe-4173mm per year. I found that hard ...

... brilliant views over town, with practically the entire town visible and all around it a series of undulating, rugged mountains. I took a pass on the museums - there were only a few small ones about - so I suppose you could fill a whole day if you wanted. But all in all, it was a nice break from the sea and a great look into Montenegro's former "glory days." It will be interesting to see if they some day reinstate the old embassies. There are apparently rumors going around. . .

... Travis said, "I guess I have to, don't I? It's a bit much though. I hope I don't hurt my balls like last time. It's not funny mate." He said to me as I began to laugh. Then he began his jump. To our horror, he attempted to stop his jump in mid air and for a brief moment it looked as though he might fall backwards and strike his back against the cliff walls. Thankfully, he didn't and with a splash disappeared into the sea. He reemerged, spit out water ...

... the time our time in Ukraine were up, especially as I believe he was back on his Imodium regiment at the time. Plus, as Ryan was convinced, the place was the "same as Russian anyway." Same or not, soon thereafter we were on our way on the actual "only to Dubrovnik" that day with the older woman in back batting her eyes at us much to the anger of her bus driver husband. From what I gathered, she does this a lot. Moral of the Story: Sometimes the best plans are none at all.

... but she insisted. She clearly couldn't keep up with our superior command of English, and I finally pointed to the mussels and asked her if that was the gnocchi, which clearly it wasn't. After a bit more of a back and forth, this matron reluctantly removed the mussels from the table. Eventually, our gnocchi showed up. The second course was also fantastic, especially the unique black risotto (so blackened by squid ink) with delights of the sea (as they might say in a Chinese ...