Chao, Montenegro! (second day)
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I woke up, as usual, at 6. Only time goes differently here. For the locals it was still deep night - 5 am. The day before, calling up my daughter, I noticed that at half past seven in our opinion (at half past six in their language) it was still absolutely light here, while at home it was already completely dark. But now it was still absolute night here, and at that time it was already quite light at home. The boys were still sleeping peacefully. And I sat for a while on the balcony. It was pretty cool - if you believe the weather forecasters, then 16 degrees. But what a wonderful coniferous air!
However, I could not sit alone for a long time. As soon as it began to get light, I turned on the light and put the kettle on to boil.
Today I have planned a trip to Sveti Stefan. My legs were already itching to walk, but they are sleeping!
Before the trip, I read from someone that there is a problem with tea here, they only drink coffee. But I have a special relationship with coffee. I drink it only once, in the morning. And then only if I'm at work or in the country. Nevertheless, I began to notice that when I was going to work, I was already dreaming how I would come and drink it. Well, I do not! I missed my coffee addiction! We'll jump.
For this purpose, two weeks before my departure, which fell on the Dormition Fast, in addition to lard-meat-beer-vodka-etc. , etc. , I also included coffee in the list of taboos. And in order to consolidate the success, I also decided not to drink it in Montenegro. I just don't like tea. But before leaving, nevertheless, I found some ancient pair of macaws on laces in the country. Some of my friends brought it for themselves, knowing our dislike for tea. But they never used it. We drank beer with us. And cognac. So the sachets fell. And now they were destined to get to Montenegro. Since it was not hot at all in the yard, I wanted something hot.
So the monkeys came in handy! From one I made three mugs of "tea". Yesterday, in addition to meat schnyashki, we also bought similar ones, but berry ones. So we had breakfast. And they took with them on the road, still half-eaten, a snack from the airport. And a bottle of boiled water. Bottled buy in the evening was not honored.
On the way, we saw branches of figs with ripe fruits hanging from behind the fence. Here are the vitamins!
And you also need to go to the bus station, look at the bus schedule. To find the entrance, I had to go around the bus station around. Minizoo did not sleep.
We went into the building. On a large plasma, I began to look at the schedule somewhere. And I see that in 5 minutes, at 6.58, a bus leaves for Kotor! Shall we go? Sveti Stefan is not going anywhere with us! Go!
But only at the checkout line. We won't make it, we'll be late! The next one is in an hour!
But, oddly enough,
we made it. Moreover, the bus departed strictly on schedule. Apparently, the Montenegrins read the story of Andrey cgistalker and decided to improve. : )
Tickets cost 4 euros each. They didn't go long.
It was only half past seven local time when we were getting off the bus. The girls sitting in front of us were sleeping soundly, and I decided to push them aside.
Before the trip, I reread Natalia1421's story up and down, trying to figure out exactly where the entrance to the free trail leading up the mountain is. I didn’t smile at all to go by the toll. I compared the picture with the map in the story with Maps mi. With great difficulty and creaking, the brain managed to overcome the topographic cretinism, and I understood where it was. But on the map - it's one thing, and on the ground - quite another. Having left at the bus station, I began to spin with the phone in my hands, without stunning,
which way to go. Maps mi was absolutely sure that we would still like to rest in Budva.
I began to pester the few representatives of humanity who are on the platform at such an early hour. The cleaning lady couldn't help me. And the young guy, whom I poked the map on the phone under his breath with the requirement (in the likeness of English) to tell where it is, asked if I speak Russian? O! Even as I say! Sometimes, much more than necessary! The guy in the cards didn't make a fuss, and I asked where to climb the mountain? He waved his hand in the right direction and said that we would see there.
Okay! And then Maps mi woke up, finally. And the girls I had awakened came up with the exclamation of “Praise! ". Praised. Nicely! : )
Let's go. Nice area.
Everything I love - the sea and the mountains! And what a fortress wall is here!
We've got to go somewhere!
Alternately checking the phone, we were moving in the right direction. They stared at a pond teeming with fish.
We reached the old city.
Well, why not go there? The streets are still empty.
How cute! Take pictures with the whole family in a photo studio! : )
This is a tea!
A faucet without water.
And here is the water. Doesn't smell like chlorine. Poured boiled, scored raw.
And then Vadik,
looking at his phone, he said that we need to turn right (or maybe left). Not important. The trail entrance is there. I followed him without a second thought. And then a turnstile blocked our way!
Oppa! How so? Already delivered? Natalia was here only four years ago!
- How much? - I ask the pot-bellied cashier.
- Eyt euro!
- Lope, lope?
Yes, for such grandmas they should carry me in their arms! For eight euros you can ski for half a day in a ski resort. Depending on where, of course. But once, they would definitely have lifted me in a chair or trailer. No investment for you! Put the turntable and go ahead, cut the loot! Boys, damn it!
But there is nothing to do. We take. Let's go. Videos, of course, are swanky, but the toad, which choked me, prevents me from enjoying the landscape to the fullest. Twenty-four euros! Yes, with this money you can drink beer... I don’t know yet, how much, but I think a lot.
And then the worm of doubt pulled itself up to the toad, and I looked into the phone...
- AAAA! BLIIIIN! We're on the toll road! Free left somewhere on the left! Vadik! Where were you looking? I poked my finger at the map where we need to climb!
- You didn't tell me anything!
- How did you not say?
- You have a stupid habit of thinking that if you know something, then everyone else knows it too!
I shut up. It really is. I always think that the people around me, in some way, must be connected to my information space. But in fact, they do not possess the gift of telepathy. : (
And there it is, the winding path along which normal rogues walk!
And we were taken to the path of abnormal moneybags.
How long, how short, we climbed to the extreme point of the fortress, gaining a height of two hundred meters and a tail. It was possible to fray further uphill, or it was possible to leave for the next town, with the indecent name of Perast. To get to the top of the mountain, on which, according to Mapsme, there is an observation deck, it was necessary to go down, and then gain another three hundred and fifty meters along the serpentine path that we should have followed initially. Something such a prospect was not very attractive. It was decided to go down to the bus station. But first, refresh yourself.
We got a box with a snack. Here the cat pulled himself up. For the sake of a frame with him, I sacrificed a piece of meat.
And then it turned out that there were only two of them. The rest was divided among three. The cat liked it and claimed a share in the last piece.
Leave me alone! Then a compassionate guy undertook to supplement the cat with some kind of bread. From his dialogue with a companion, I snatched out the frequently spoken word "evet". Turk! And who here claimed that the Turks do not like cats? Yes, and foreign, not native.
We went down another path and exited through another turnstile. No one checked tickets at the exit. So, the rogues, who have penetrated for free, can safely go down where the rich Pinocchio.
As you can see by the clock, it was only 10.17. Time is a carriage. We went to the bus station. On the way we saw a big supermarket. But we passed by - what if the bus to Perast is waiting only for us and is about to leave?
There was a crowd on the platform. The steward shouted "Dubrovnik". I said Perast. He showed me
where the timetable is. But no matter how I stared at him, I did not see the right name. Spreading her arms, she approached the boy again. He speaks to me with a sigh: “Herceg Novi, lady! » Lady, no one has called me names yet! Madama used to be in Egypt. And here is the lady! Figase! The chin lifted up by itself and the lower back bent right up to a crunch.
The bus goes to Herceg Novi in forty-five minutes. We went to the checkout. But my aunt refused to sell tickets to us. I didn't understand why. Back to the guy. He said that they would sell it on the bus. Well, okay. Let's go to the deli. Do not sit idle here!
Before leaving, I talked with friends who had recently visited Montenegro. Some taught me that wine in the local shops (and maybe not only in the local ones) is arranged in a cunning way - bottles with the maximum price tag are placed at eye level. But on the lower shelves, where not everyone will guess to look, and not everyone will be able to bend down or sit down like that,
you can find a surprise - vines for one or two euros. We were not too lazy and sat down. Wow! So much deliciousness at a very reasonable price! We wanted to buy the cheapest dry red Vranach, but it was closed with the same lid as our beer is closed. That is, it will be bad to close it back, in case we don’t finish drinking. Hee hee! I don't know where the idea of such a possibility came from.
Nevertheless, we bought another Vranach, slightly more expensive, but with a screw top. We were told that it makes no sense to drag a corkscrew to Montenegro. Although, an absolutely gorgeous corkscrew with two handles was discovered in our studio. Apparently, it was assumed that in the villa, which occupies the highest line in the price list, people who can afford elite wines that are closed with a cork will rest.
Okay, the hardest choice has been made. It remains to figure out what to eat. Other acquaintances said that they bought hummus here in plastic jars.
Found this product. Just what is it? We had containers, but somehow we didn’t think to take the instruments. It is possible with hands, in the end, but not quite the case. Oh really! Let's get by with bread.
Having stocked up in this way, we returned to the empty bus station. They sat down on a bench and, stealthily looking around, poured it into the first mug.
They ate soft homemade bread. They drank the second cup more boldly. There were no cops, the rest didn't care about us.
While the slightly late bus arrived, Vranach, in full, went into our bodies.
The conductor sold us tickets for 2 euros. Let's go to Perast.
This is where the free lift starts. Eh!
We drove along the picturesque shores of the Bay of Kotor. Photographed, photographed. But little has come of it.
Profits.
Climbing the tower cost 1 euro. I wanted. But later. First you need to ride around the bay.
Nice little town.
I liked it here more than in Kotor. Beaches, as such, however, are absent. Not everyone can swim from concrete slabs. But there are few people.
Having bought another wine in a nearby shop, we settled down on the embankment. That's so beautiful! Even, I would say, absurdity! That's what it sounds like locally. The barbershop here was called the "Saloon of Stupidity". I like the local language!
After swimming a bit in the bay and having sentenced another "Vranach", we went to look for a boat. One came up, quite large. I approached the loading crowd and asked how much the ticket cost. But it turned out to be a cruise ship.
“Music is playing on the ship, and I am alone on the shore! Well, not quite alone. Three of us. And already quite cheerful. Reluctantly, we went to look further. And found. A table with a girl who offered walks for 5 and 10 euros per person. The one for 5 meant a trip to one of the islands with a landing, and the one for ten is the same, but they will still ride around the bay. A whole hour. Intoxicated, slightly, the toad relaxed and dulled its vigilance.
I took advantage of this and bought tickets for a 10-euro walk. Which will take place in 15 minutes. And what about us, will we go sober, like fools? Shop, wine, bread. The saleswoman spoke Russian. Not bad. At school, she says, she taught. But we didn't have time to talk. The sea is calling!
I don't know how long they took us there. There were three of us on the ship, besides the captain. A liter of pink followed the previous reds, and time lost its meaning. I don’t know how I didn’t drop my phone or camera in the water. How did I not fall overboard? Although, now I am writing and thinking, why didn’t we ask to dive in the middle of the bay? I don't think the captain would say no.
We had a wonderful ride. Photos without comments. Just pour yourself a drink and enjoy as we did then. : )
Looking through photos at home, I found this
This moment completely fell out of the drunken brain. But the more pleasant it is to remember : )
But it's time to go home. We ate our fill of bread. There were music stands with menus near the café . O! Why don't we try the local fish soup for 3 euros? And don't taste it! The waiter did not show much enthusiasm and said that it was impossible. Either our drunken muzzles did not inspire confidence in him, or today was a non-fish day, or he was in the wrong to bother with such a cheap order. I read about the last possibility. snickering
but! Well, okay! The shops are open today, let's buy something for dinner.
However, how do you get back? We were dropped off here on the highway. I didn't want to climb the mountain. We hit on a girl who sold us boat tickets. She said that there was a stop on the embankment and there would be a bus to Kotor soon.
Found. Sat down. Go. We were charged 1 euro. It was some other bus. If I'm not mistaken, it was called the Blue Line, and the one that brought us here was called the Jadran Express. And the price is double. Why is unclear.
In Kotor, we took an express train, which, this time, cost not 4, but 3 euros. Strange, incomprehensible.
In Budva, we went to the market and the supermarket. I was struck by the high cost of vegetables. At home, with the money that a kilogram cost here, I would buy 3 kg of a tomato or pepper. But the meat is at our level. And sunflower oil is even cheaper. But I was not going to cook meat,
and there was oil in our kitchen - apparently one of the previous guests left it.
We bought some cheese, olives, prosciutto trimmings, as well as some fermented milk product. Well, guilt, of course. And in the morning - eggs. Moreover, at first I saw eggs at 6-50. I just freaked out! But then I found a rupee and fifty. Fuck, the difference! Our homemade ones are, of course, more expensive than store ones, but not four times as much!
