The border between Albania and Montenegro was a tiny little wooden hut with two policemen inside. They didn’t seem very interested in my passport or other documents and instead spent 10 minutes questioning me about why I am travelling alone. They didn’t seem to understand my responses and came to the conclusion between themselves that I must be searching for a husband. They said they were surprised I didn’t find one in Albania but I shouldn’t worry because I will definitely find one in Montenegro!
It was very rainy so I found a nice spot to park and had a cosy day in my van watching the stormy sea
The next morning the rain had eased so I climbed up to Stari Bar
A small town dating back to the early middle ages
Situated at the foot of Mount Rumija
There were snails everywhere
I passed a local produce market and bought some figs and cheese
The torrential rain hit again as I was on my way down so I sought shelter in a very sweet little cafe and had lunch
They gave me a free taster of their own homemade baklava which was delicious
The following day the sun broke through
I visited Sveti Stefan
A very picturesque town on a islet
It dates back to the 15th Century when the local people fought off the Ottoman Turks who were trying to conquer the Adriatic. They not only managed to chase them off but also stole all the gold from their ships. They used the gold to build this fortress town with one house for each of the 12 local tribes
By the 50s there were only a few people left living here and it was developed into a luxury holiday resort which is closed to the public, so I could only view from a distance
From there I went to Budva
And wandered around the old walled town
Before heading to Tivat
There was bright sun one minute and torrential rain and hail storms the next
Here I waited, ready to pick my friend Mia up from the airport the next day