Hotel Teuta Kotor

... for his party. When we returned the party began. They had silly hats, little horns and poppers. We all sang happy birthday to him, and the brought him a large fruffie cocktail in a glass that was engraved with him name on it, to commemorate his first legal drink in his young life. The decorations on the side of the glass were huge too, Stee said he better be careful with his drink since there might be an orangutan living in ...

... reasonably clean and a bathroom for E10. I hadn&#8217;t seen other options so take it. I find out later that such amenities as toilet paper and soap are not available. <br><br>I walk to a neighborhood center 1 km away. I see several towers with bright lights. I am wondering what they are. Perhaps WWII watchtowers made to look attractive. 5 minutes later I hear Islamic prayers over speakers emanating from the minarets. These are mosques. 4-5 of them are within a few 100 ...

... the bus station we waited about 30 min before our bus arrived. We boarded the comfortable bus for the trip down to Kotor. We chatted with a friendly Canadian who was doing missionary work in Albania and was returning there from some time spent in Poland. The view from the bus was terrific &#8211; with amazing views of Dubrovnik against the crystal clear Adriatic. They call Dubrovnik the "Pearl of the Adriatic", and we believe that ...

... There is a fortress high above town and of course I am always game for a climb no matter how hot or sunny. A liter and a half of water later I was a few thousand feet above Kotor and the views of the bay and mountains made the sweat worth it. Again, I will go to any lengths to bring you only the best from my travels. <br><br>Next I went to Budva next door which was just a 20 minute bus ride. Its walled city is directly on the Adriatic ...

... ball for reserving the hostel (more of a bed and breakfast), however once we had seen the spacious room, comfy beds, pay tv, air con and the ease of catching a bus into town he became an instant hero and was thrown a ticker tape parade in the foyer. We spent the lazy day around town doing washing, enjoying a dip, eating a suave yet way too expensive lunch and convincing Boardo that we wouldn&#8217;t honour the shaving of the head clause in the Croatian week of madness rulebook ...

... 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 ...

... been turned into a restaurant (Stari Mlin). Vladimir (whose real purpose, I suspect, was to get another coffee hit) showed us around the beautiful gardens and we saw trout swimming in their ponds. The girls ran around the small bridges over streams that criss-crossed the gardens. The road around Kotor Bay is one of the great drives that you can do in Europe and yet it's not really as well known as perhaps it should be. We detoured through a beautiful ...

... Durmitor. It is most certainly a great tourist town all year around (though as Tammy said, you wouldn't know it by the bus stop). I would love to come back to this destination in the winter, where I am sure it is even more beautiful covered with snow and the skiing would be phenomenal. Nearby is the deepest canyon in all of Europe, the canyon of the Tara River, which we would raft on later that day. Another little factoid, this region ...

... that had the same idea, when a group of 7 of us turned up and disturbed their peace. South of Budva, I walked along the coast to Sveti Stefan (a resort island), and north I ventured out to Kotor. Set in a glacial fjord (actually, aren't all fjords glacial??), Kotor is a beautiful and minute place with a fortress high above with some magnifecent views over the town and out into the fjord. Well worth a day trip out from the hostel :) A much needed rest.

... mostly French). On the surface it all looked right - seemed to be working - but...but what? Eventually we admitted it to ourselves. No-one was smiling. They hardly even seemed to talk to each other. Gone was the safe and comforting feeling of being amongst friends or would-be friends that we had felt in Albania, and in its place had descended a stifling atmosphere of mutual dislike. With a bitter taste in our mouths we boarded the bus for Dubrovnik.