Chao, Montenegro!
Having emerged, finally, from the unrestrained vacation drunkenness, I will try to remember everything. And photos will help me with this. As usual, I took pictures of every little bit pretty bush, tree, not too shabby cats, etc.
I didn't come up with an effective name, I wrote the first thing that came to mind.
So, I remember we were going on vacation. I planned to spend this week at the junction of summer and autumn where my heart goes, where I want more than anything in the world, but where the path is still blocked for us. Madhouse to end and does not think.
Okay, I'll have to replace it with something similar. But Turkey for the third time in six months, somehow too much. What remains is Montenegro. Testless.
On this trip, it was decided to take, just in case, a third - Verka's husband. Not that we really need him. Simply offered, for the sake of decency, in the hope that he would refuse. And he accepted and agreed.
The tour was again selected as a package tour. It was completely inappropriate to bother with an independent trip. Plane tickets from Zaporozhye cost about seven thousand, and the tour cost eight and a half per person. Griven, of course. The tour was again bought by Joinovsky, because, as I wrote in previous stories, only they deliver for free from Mariupol to Zaporozhye airport. At least that's what the travel agent told me. No additional insurance was taken, so as not to invite an insured event.
Eight and a half thousand cost a tour without food, with accommodation in the cheapest (according to Join Apa) villa "Tanya" in Budva. What difference does it make where to sleep? Since, unlike his wife, Verkin's husband does not snore and does not suffer from insomnia, we rented a room for three, and not just a room, but a "studio". We can say that there were no reviews about the villa, but the kitchen should have been there, in theory.
Of course, as it usually happens to us,
there couldn't have been some bullshit. At first, Ukraine decided to earn extra money on PCRs and introduced them for all non-injected travelers. And then Montenegro decided that it had already earned enough money this season, and it was possible to reduce the flow of tourists through the same PCR. But it was too late for us to refuse. I had to fork out for express tests for 450 UAH.
Sky-up learned something bad from MYAU and decided to make check-in at the airport payable. So I had to make an online booking. The travel agent offered to do it for me, but what am I? Completely helpless? Yes, and their work is through the roof. I was sorry to ship them.
Only, while I was about to register, all the good places were taken! Only the last two rows remained in the tail. However, I recently read that the chances of surviving a plane crash for those sitting in the back are one and a half times more than for a business class, for example.
Yes, and toilets work only in the tail. So who knows? While I was thinking about this, booking seats, my finger poked itself into the last row, instead of the penultimate one! And nothing could be changed. I told Vadik about it. He was, to put it mildly, upset, because on the last row, the backs, you see, do not recline! And why throw them away? Are you going to sleep, are you? There's nothing to fly!
On a stuffy August night, we were picked up from Mariupol and taken to the place of departure. During the three months that we were not here, the dutik managed to open, which was very useful. Since it was already nine, there was no reason not to drink. They took a liter of Ballantyne. The understanding saleswoman did not even try to seal it. Life shone with new colors!
But the backs, nevertheless, leaned back! But I didn't want to sleep. I sat by the window and sometimes they even showed something there.
Nobody dreamed of our tests at the Tivat airport. So think, and who came up with this new rule? Maybe not Montenegro at all!
And the weather is not very good! The rain has begun to fall! As soon as we loaded into the bus, he started seriously! In general, some strange things are happening in the world! At home it was over thirty, but here, according to the forecast, only 26. Well, never mind, we'll break through!
We began to drive up to Budva. The landscape sometimes resembled Turkey in the area of the Goynuk canyon, sometimes Yalta.
During our short journey, the bus guide managed to tell something. Mostly about excursions and local delicacies, stubbornly calling one of them pshrut. Well, yes, only a true Montenegrin in the fifth generation can pronounce the word "prshut", well, or a Croat, at worst. The girl, apparently, was neither one nor the other. Distributed all programs with excursions. It indicated that we had a meeting with the guide Alena today at two o'clock. Moreover, if it rains, she just needs to call the viber. Great! Rain, not rain, and we had not the slightest desire to meet her. You can jump off, referring to the fact that we are somewhat tired from the flight. I thought that the meeting, as usual, would be scheduled for tomorrow and half a day down the drain. And here is such luck!
The people fled from the beach, wrapped in towels.
We were dropped off second. By the time of landing from the bus, rain,
Thank God it has stopped. We were greeted by the smiling owners of the villa and driven by car to our new home. So, let's see! I wasn't expecting anything special, so I was pleasantly surprised. Our studio was amazing! What was the price of a balcony overlooking the mountains! Yes, you can give points! Horse jump. Or on a horse. This is where my fantasy ends.
And the renovation is quite fresh. And white towels. And nofrost refrigerator. And an induction hob. And a teapot. And the pot and pan have a place to be. Weird!
And everything would be fine, but that's bad luck! On Sundays (and today was exactly that) the shops are closed! Only bakeries and stalls. Market until noon. And already so much. It's good that we still had a half-eaten snack and whiskey.
Having refreshed ourselves on the balcony, from which we did not want to leave, we set off, nevertheless, to inspect the surroundings. Before leaving us, the owner of Tanya, to our question “A de more? He waved his hand in the direction of a crane sticking out in the distance. You can go anywhere. Before leaving, they called the hotel guide Alena and said that we would not come to the meeting and would call if we decide to buy something. Surprisingly, Alena easily agreed.
After wandering around the yards, we went to the center.
The Mega supermarket was closed, but aunts and uncles selling vegetables and fruits and home-made wine-rakija settled down next to it. Of the fruits, only figs were of interest to me at 3 euros per kilo. I bought it. Well, a liter of wine for 4, after trying. It tastes like a completely normal factory dry red.
We went to the sea. The Slovenian beach was immediately rejected.
Let's move on. At the pier were luxury yachts.
Even if I sell all my paired organs, it won't be enough to buy one. I wonder what and to whom the owners sold?
Having pushed a little along the streets of the old town, we went to the next beach.
Here we decided to slow down a bit. They spread out a towel, took out a wine and a fig, and enjoyed both. Well, they bathed, for decency. The entrance from the shore is poor here - large pebbles.
Everyone descends and ascends the only staircase with nasty sticky railings. Since there were a lot of applicants, a traffic jam inevitably occurred. Yes, the water could be cleaner.
Let's go look for the next beach. This is where we had to get lost. I don’t remember why, but we didn’t trample along the coast, but around. Past the monument to a girl who lost, apparently, to the skin, in a casino.
And got lost in the streets and lanes. They asked for directions from a homeless man who was digging in a garbage can. He waved his hand back towards the old city. But we came from there!
They began to circle the streets again.
Finally, having heard their native language, they asked the girl for directions.
She confirmed the direction indicated by the bum. Finally we are on the right track.
After passing through a smelling tunnel that stank of urine, past what looked like an art gallery, we came to a local attraction.
Of course, I could not pass by. Of course, I could not repeat the pose exactly, but I tried!
Her legs are longer! : (
The next Mogren beach was more picturesque than the previous ones, but already all in the shade. Although still crowded.
The water here was cleaner, but we passed by, to the next Mogren-2.
Here, leaving Verka's husband to guard things, Vadik and I went to the end of the beach and climbed onto the rocks.
After taking a dip on the second Mogren, we went back. This place reminded me of the Golitsyn trail and Chaliapin's grotto. And cicadas, again. Eh!
To date, the program has been completed more than. Just need to figure out what to eat. These two unfinished oligarchs before the trip dreamed that we would have breakfast, lunch and dinner in a cafe. Aha! Schaz. The price tags in the coastal cafes were biting. And the shops were closed. On the way home, we went to a bakery and bought some puff figs with meat. And just a couple of euros.
When we were already well away from the bakery,
we were caught up by some out of breath peasant with the words "bag-bag". I convulsively grabbed my shoulder, where my purse should have been hanging. And no! She ran back to the bakery. And she, a dear bag, stands alone on the table where I left her, taking out my wallet. Own, in it, from the valuable, there was only a telephone. The purse, by that time, dangled around my neck. But still! Honor to you and praise, the owner of the bakery and an unfamiliar Montenegrin man - either a visitor or an employee. By the way, I learned a couple of words before the trip. Hello - hello and praise - thank you. But in fact, it turned out that Montenegrins greet and say goodbye in the Italian manner - ciao!
After sitting on the balcony with the leftovers of whiskey and delicious local pastries, we fell asleep, leaving the balcony open and turning on the fumigator, just in case.
