The Queen Of Montenegro Budva

... and hang out for a while. I can&#8217;t even really remember what else we did in Bar. I remember walking the long walk back to the train station early because we were so bored and cold. We played chess in the smoke-filled waiting room then hopped on the train. <br><br>Oh, and another thing: in Montenegro (and as you will read in a later blog entry, in Serbia) people can smoke almost anywhere. It&#8217;s crazy. Europe is much ...

... along the promenade the whole day, and cuuuuute girls en mass everywhere :-P<br><br>There were some offers about excursions to different places, and i decided to do a trip to the bay of kotor by boat tomorrow...<br><br>btw, this monday and tuesday are days where the independence of montenegro from yugoslavia is celebrated, probably thats the reason why there is a stage and that much people around everywhere....<br><br><br>

... soldiers from the Serbian military. Reaching the other side we drove around but I can't remember much. Returning on the ferry, we piled into Darko's car and appeared at his apartment several hours later. We were all extremely exhausted and passed out as soon as possible in our separate rooms. Again, we walked past the same old men sitting in front of Darko's apartment building seeming to do nothing; they waved at us. There were only two days left of my vacation at this point ...

... to be seen, a few metres walking wondering what to do, and one did trot along - she spoke to English, but led us to a place where another woman came out to help, and then eventually a girl who sorted us out with a room, and a decent room it was too. Then we wondered into town, via the beach - the fast food collection was pretty extreme, the beach not so good. Old town was small, but enjoyable. European ...

... in water that would otherwise be swimmable I become an unhappy man. Michelle and I spent a day climbing Kotor's old fortifications, which gave us a magnificent view of the rugged cliffs, and the fjord below. We also had a pretty nice room rented to us by a slick-haired 65 year old man in a button down shirt, named Marco, who approached us at the bus station. I'll admit that Kotor was friendly and much quieter than Dubrovnik, but someone needs to take a pressure washer to that place.

... only about 50 houses there but the town is famous for the production of Njegos cheese, Njegos prosciutto, and dried mutton(yum!). We stopped at one of the larger restaurants there to see a smokehouse full of pig parts (glad I don't eat ham!) and get an explanation of the smoking process. For 6E we could get a plate with the ham, cheese and sourdough bread. I got a plate minus the ham for 3E. I thought I was being very adventurous to try something local. The bread was great and ...

... Cetinje - just a couple brief halts along the main street through town - so fortunately I was a little clued in. Even still, I ended up having to get off the bus on the wrong side of town in terms of practicalities. Luckily there were a couple young Serbian guys in the same situation right where I descended, so we got to work on finding the bus station together. Typically enough, we were a good couple kilometers from it, so we had to settle on a taxi ...

... was absent of all fun, of all pleasure. Why on earth had I done that? This question went through my mind over and over again as I swam to shore. I made my way back up to the cliff ledge. "I'm done." I said. Daniel looked at me, squinting to see me clearly as the sun bore down on us at noon. "Okay," he said. "Want to do the higher cliff now?" "This isn't the high one?" I said incredulously. "No. The higher cliff is over there. He pointed up and to our ...

... interesting pedestrian thoroughfare we stopped for a coffee. As had been the case with a few other places our waiter kept a tip for himself, hardly deserved on this occasion thanks to the below average cappuccino. Chris and I found ourselves wondering why we'd left the coast, but decided to venture on for a while longer to see what we could find. Probably the most interesting thing was the Monastery, founded in 1484 and rebuilt in 1785. A bejewelled casket with a little glass ...

... of our trip thus far. We sat outdoors, overlooking the Adriatic, and enjoying our food. I even prepared a cup of hot chocolate for myself. At one point, LJ was startled by something and jumped up with some exclamation. I asked what was wrong, and just before she got the end of "there's a cat" out of her mouth, I felt something furry and disgusting brushing up against my bare leg, as I was donning shorts for just about the first time of the trip. I had been holding my hot ...