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After a quick breakfast in the van, we made our way north towards one of the national parks, Durmitor Montenegro's largest. We arrived in the town around lunch time and decided to stock up on groceries before we headed to the camp site, which was in the national park, a couple of kms from town. The camp site was basic but had power (although Logan reckoned it was a pretty dodgy ...
... either with the road being only one car width in many places.
Neither of us had travelled on a road so steep before. It was over 1000 m to the top. The monastery itself is a building feat and worth seeing for that reason. I can imagine many people visit on a (Catholic) pilgrimage. In one small room a priest sits holding a large cross, inviting you to kiss it and look inside what appeared to be a casket with what appeared to be a shroud. Paul left before me as I was a ...
... upon a lady who showed us a room she had and it was cheap so decision made!
We then took a stroll through town (it's not very big) to find a supermarket. It's actually a ski town in the winter so lots of chalet style building and hotels but in the summer people come here for hiking etc. The town itself is at 1421m above sea level (as a reference, Ben Nevis is only 1344m) so its a little nippy. By the time we went to bed it was -1C outside! ...
Back at Podgorica bus station, we discovered that there was no direct bus into Albania from here. Our plan therefore was to go to the town of Ulcinj on the Montenegrin coast, before getting the border bus to the town of Shkodėr, then catching a mini bus to the capital, Tirana!
Back at the usual hostel, we ordered a takeaway pizza and bought some supplies for the long 3-bus journey to Tirana, then just relaxed in hostel before calling it a day.
... good English. We traded stories until dinner was served and it became clear the correct choice was made when up the mountain. The food was nice but the highlight had to be the Serbian pub anthems being blasted (so very loud) over the speakers; drinkers young and old sang and swayed to the classic rock hits and after a few beers I was one of the crew.
Eventually though tiredness overtook and I hit the hay with great expectation of the following day's ...