We are completely finished, the heat is killing us. We arrived by bus from Dubrovnik, drove past landscapes scattered with cypress trees and little enclaves of terra cotta roofed houses and luxury ocean liners, the liners awaiting prey in the ocean.
Montenegrins are determined to reinvent their country into a super tourist Mecca. Advertisements read: superyacht marina, luxury residences, waterfront dining, water sports and mountain biking, tennis club and spa, children's playground pirate ship, Naval heritage collection, etc. etc. see www.portomontenegro.com. Another says: a reason for a good time, boutiques, cosmetics market, wellness, mobile operator, children's playroom, book store, newsstand, and diamonds and jewelry!
Here you can shop till you drop, luxury brands, high heels and nothing much authentic from the Kosovar culture.
The bay of Kotor starts simply enough but as you get closer, fold upon fold of the surrounding mountains get steeper and steeper. Kotor is a dramatically beautiful town, with sturdy walls that arch steeply up slopes behind it.
We are staying in a traditional stone building with its own very small private beach, with possibly the best views of Kotor. The owner, an ex-footballer (Portugal), and his wife, speak excellent English and totally saved the day! Dad forgot his backpack on the bus, but a few phone calls later, it got send back from the next station, intact with all our precious shopping in it.
It's morning, 8 am, and it is absolutely boiling, mom is still in bed, she didn't have a good nights sleep. I am writing the blog and dad went to the Maritime museum.
Great stories Anni, enjoyed every word of it,lovely photos, hope your back gets better.
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