One day we travelled 144 kilometres from Tirana, Albania to Podgorica, Montenegro. Our journey took us seven hours and included furious arguments with two taxi drivers, walking in circles around icy Podgorica for half an hour with all of our baggage and an incident where an irately thrown water bottle hit a parked Mercedes (accidentally! there are so many Mercedes in Podgorica that it is practically impossible NOT to hit one!). Then, on our single non-transit day in Montenegro (which was a Sunday), everything was closed.
It was just not meant to be. But we have a few photographs that show what a lovely place the land of the black mountains is for people other than us. Word in the hostels is that tourism-wise Montenegro is the new Croatia. I would really like to spend some proper time there, despite the above.
The first of many, many millennium bridges in this part of the world
Despite the shops being closed, Soph still dreamed...
It was just not meant to be. But we have a few photographs that show what a lovely place the land of the black mountains is for people other than us. Word in the hostels is that tourism-wise Montenegro is the new Croatia. I would really like to spend some proper time there, despite the above.
The first of many, many millennium bridges in this part of the world
Despite the shops being closed, Soph still dreamed...
From the bus as we passed through a beautiful little town on the coast
We stopped off in this little town on our way to Croatia, don't ask me what the name is...
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