Where the hell is Montenegro
Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
583Trip End Ongoing
Before we left, our mate, Tadek kept saying, you have to go to Montenegro, you will regret it otherwise. Then we met Andrea in Korcula and she kept saying that there was this place that is meant to have a fjord with a lovely town at the bottom of it. Bloody Kiwis the both of them, so because of them, whenever we saw someone with a new Lonely Planet, we kept borrowing them, as ours, being the 97 model, had no info about Montenegro. A little bit more research and we found that we were going to go to Kotor.
Bought the bus ticket, and proceeded to get a new visa stamp for Montenegro. The bus wound down a mountain and then we saw the Med again. We were surrounded by mountains, and we kept following the coast line until we came to where the mountains on both sides met, which is Kotor.
There was only one little old lady waiting for the tourists, and being that we were the only tourists to get off of the bus, we were nabbed and led away. The room was not in town, and it was quite shit, but we were in Kotor, so we walked into town to have a look around. Itīs another walled city, Venetian, like Korcula, we had a small look, and then we looked up, because going up both sides of the mountain were more walls. This was the great wall of Kotor !!!!! And they led all the way up to another church and houses/bunkers. We paid, in Euros !!!! As this is their currency !!!!! We climbed, but unlike the St Peters climb, we are now getting fitter, so it was not the bother this time. Halfway up was the church, and the views from here out over the fjord were astonishing, so we moved on, eager to get to the top. Eventually, we made it, looked out, and it is one of the most beautiful things I have seen since I have been travelling. Mountains everywhere, all rising up from the med. Phenomenal, I suppose, even. As much as I write, words cannot explain it. We sat there contemplating, thinking that as the town was quite small, maybe it was a mistake taking a room overnight and that we should just get our bags and get on a bus to Bosnia. After taking in as much of the views as possible, we climbed back down and went for lunch. We sat there admiring the views up, talking about whether we should leave, and we came to the decision, that we had not given the town enough time and that however bad the room/bed was, we would stay and enjoy ourselves.
After lunch, we explored every laneway that was in the town. We also climbed the walls, and ended up in someones backyard !!!!! The man who lived there, pointed out that there was another entrance up the mountain wall, one that you did not have to pay for, so we were going up. Crashing through the over growth, over tracks that looked like that had not been walked on since they had given up on the city. We made it up to about 3/4's of the way. The views were just as good, but we felt like we had achieved more as there was nobody around us. The other side, the paying one, tended to have Montenegrian tourists. We felt good, but it was getting late and the track wasn't the best, so reluctantly, we came down.
Next morning, we packed, put our bags in the left luggage and started to climb again as we wanted to see the top again. We did not get far, our thighs and calfs were screaming. So we turned around and came back
We only had two days in Montenegro, and we would love to see more, if only bloody Tadek wasn't getting married we would have stayed longer. The people were far more welcoming than the Croatians. And finally, if someone ever says go to Montenegro, go, you will not regret it !!!!!