Chao, Montenegro! (day three)
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Morning. Tuesday.
Sveti Stefan is waiting
Dinner the day before, prosciutto could not be chewed. I called it “meat friendship - chew it, pass it on to another! ” ". And what to do with it? Boil borscht? Reluctance. Yes, and I did not see in the local stores either cabbage or beetroot. And I'll fry an egg on it! Fine.
Since I only had three tea bags, and I still have a long life, I tried to brew yesterday's. Some color gave, and okay.
Joke. Husband says to wife:
- Why did you throw away the tea bag?
- Duc, the thread has already come off!
- And sew? No hands?
I don't like sewing. And I don't have a needle. I had to throw it away after the second use.
While the men cleared the table, I looked into the booklet given out by the guide. And the prices there, by the way, are not exorbitant at all. Canyons, for example,
cost 30 + 5 entrance tickets + 10 lunch (optional). I wonder how much it costs in street agencies? We did not dare to rent a car, although we took the rights. We were going to the canyons, definitely. Verkin's son sent us the contacts of a certain Igor, who, at one time, rode their company through the mountains and dales. I wrote to him. He replied that he would charge 130 euros for the car. Expensive. If there were four of us, then we would certainly use his services. And so... We will look for cheaper ones.
In the meantime, let's go to Sveti Stefan.
We pass the so far deserted beaches of Budva and go deeper into the tunnel.
"What an interesting reproduction of the Mona Lisa! " (c)
There was one. Too bad I didn't take a picture of everything. You will laugh!
Becici beaches are also still sleepy. And Rafailovichsky too. True, I have no idea where one village ends and another begins.
But I do remember that there was a shop right by the beach! So we are on our way! You can't reach Sveti Stefan without refueling! I didn't even want to look at the wine. The body craved beer!
Friends who recently visited Montenegro told interesting things. Bottled beer here is cheaper than canned beer, which in itself is strange. And only figs you buy it! Only in exchange for an empty container. Where can I get it? It was not to be taken from home! Although…
But they didn't bring it : ( I'll have to be content with a can.
- Oh! I didn't bring a mask! This is Vadik.
Me too! - This is Verkinhusband.
It seemed like a stalemate. But I, just in case, began to rummage in my purse. As you know, a women's bag is a black hole in which keys, phones, etc. disappear without a trace. But, at the same time, you can find a lot of useful things in it. If, of course, to make some effort for this. Remember the movie "The Mask" where they searched his pockets? Approximately the same set of rubbish I laid out from the bag. But there was found a couple, pretty worn, masks. This allowed the two of us to go get beer. The third remained on the lookout. Having studied the assortment, we found the cheapest one at 65 cents.
Sit down on the sand and get a dose of buzz.
No, two doses. From beer and from swimming in clean water.
Now let's get there. Probably.
Wow, what gorgeous rolling pins!
The next tunnel was without rock art, because the walls were unsuitable for this.
At the exit stood an aunt selling all sorts of sweets. Like: rakia, figs and pistachios. I'm interested in the latter. Turned out to be 15 euros per kilo. We must take. But on the way back.
Let's move on. Sveti Stefan was already looming in the distance.
It's still a long way! But the eyes are afraid, and the feet stomp.
Another beach:
An abandoned site went further. I don't know what these ruins used to be. Looks like a boarding house.
Someone lives here, though. Not only cats. Cats can't wash. Refugees, right?
Some part of the path had to go along the highway. Then back down to the beach
which I already took for Svetistefanovsky.
He's kind of small at all! Full of cafes!
I already started spreading out a towel, but Vadik said that this was not the right thing, and I would have to cut a couple more kilometers.
Well, it looks like they nailed it down.
A cute little beach. But it doesn’t reach wow-wow - the whole beach is in gobies.
But the sea is clear. We swam.
The next beach. Nothing too. But more, and therefore not so cozy. Here they did not slow down.
On a very pleasant path, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas and the dense coniferous air,
We are approaching our destination.
After taking a thousand and one photos, we swam in the local waters. Those on the left, if you stand facing the island.
In this trip, I originally wanted to take two masks. But then she dropped one. What should I see there? This is not Egypt. And with wet hair then go reluctance. I took one muzzle mask, bought in Egypt. Yesterday, as you remember, we were originally going to Sveti Stefan. In the hope that Vadik would catch some tasty living creatures on one of the beaches, I shoved the mask into Verka's husband's backpack. But it didn't take us there at all. Although it was probably possible to dive there, search. But it didn't work out.
This morning, Verkin's husband, grumbling, wanted to lay out the mask, but I did not allow it. I was haunted by the memory of our trip to Croatia nine years ago. Then Vadik managed to find oysters at two locations. Who has nothing to do, you can read here >>>
True, at that time I was just beginning my reporting career, and the virus of graphomania did not corrode my brain. Therefore, I did not cover all the details. Or shy. Then. And now what! In general, Vadik found the second location with oysters right next to our Croatian hotel. And I was able to pick them up there pretty decently. But only, it happened immediately after disembarking from the boat that brought us from Maslenitsa Island, which we barely remembered because of the abundant libations at dinner. Arriving at the room, Vadik just collapsed and slept until the morning. And I had a unique opportunity to feel like Kokshenov in the film "Sportloto-82".
A variety of local oysters, called "kamyanitsa", was a shell of a completely absurd shape. It was not easy to distinguish it from the stone. Hence the name. And finding a place where to build a knife is almost impossible. I managed to open a couple of things. And the rest I just threw away, because there was no refrigerator in our room.
I haven't tried oysters since then. I would not buy for a few euros apiece. But self-caught would eat with pleasure.
Having put on the mask, Vadik swam under the walls of the fortress. Sailed for a short time. Found nothing but hedgehogs. Well, okay, I didn't really want to.
But I really wanted beer. With pistachios.
We set off on the return long way. Just behind the beach, to the right, we saw a tunnel that led us to a small platform from where we could dive.
Then I saw a map, from which it followed that that first small cozy beach is the famous queen's beach, which, in the recent past, could only be accessed by crazy people who do not mind 120 euros (or 150? ) for a sunbed with an umbrella .
Oh, I don't know! I was not impressed by the queen's beach. Cute, but nothing more. Nearby is a kind of Nikitsky botanical garden, only poorer.
On the approaches to Kamenovo beach, where the ruins of the boarding house are, we found a lot of fig trees. Not in the sense of bad, but figs. There we ate a little.
Aunt with pistachios has not gone anywhere. We bought from her, in addition to them, also half a liter of home-made fig brandy. The nasty aunt did not want to bargain at all. No matter how Verkin's husband tried to charm her, nothing came of it. Ten euros for half a litre! But I wanted to.
Near one of the cafes, we slowed down, tempted by a cream of shrimp soup for three fifty. But they left again, not salty slurping. The waiter said he could only offer chicken soup. Eat yourself!
Let's go for a beer. Again a familiar deli. Only it was too hot for Verka's husband to sit on the beach, so they settled down opposite the store on a parapet in the shade of a pine tree. And so we had a good time! And why do we need these show-offs with gatherings in a cafe? The result is the same, but more expensive.
While we were sitting, I looked at the stand with prices for excursions, standing nearby. The prices are the same as those of our tour operator. Strange, of course, but true. However, I remember that in Croatia it was the same.
Beer with pistachios is good, of course, but it's time to eat like a human. Since they refuse to feed us soup, we will have to come up with something else. On the way in the morning, we noticed such a tempting offer in a city cafe.
Just remember where this cafe was located. Will seek!
Not far from the Slovenian beach, we went to a travel agency, where they promised a Minimontenegro tour for 25 euros. And at our tour operator it cost 30. In fact, it turned out that for 25 - this is without tasting. But the owner offered to drive us in his car for 80 along this route, but without tasting. If there were four of us, we would probably agree. And so, it was decided not to soar brains and surrender to the native tour operator in the face of the local host with the intriguing name "Pylon". Their office was shown to us as soon as we arrived. It was located exactly opposite the green market.
That's where we went. We bought two excursions - for tomorrow "Minimontenegro" and for Friday the canyons.
With a sense of accomplishment, we went to lunch. We found a cafe. We decided to take the fish menu.
The first one was soup, which was described by Verkin's spoiled husband as nothing more than canned soup. There was reason in his words. The soup was so-so. The second course was better.
And a salad. More precisely, chopped tomatoes and cucumbers. Be that as it may, for 7 euros we would not have had lunch anywhere. I think so.
Well, we had lunch, we can have dinner!
Let's go to the market. The prices for fish, and especially for shrimp, were depressing.
But there is nothing to do! We took 600 grams of shrimp, and there is also Apatinskoye in the store. Despite the fact that the supermarket chain was the same, "Mega", but the price of beer here was 10 cents lower!
Arriving home, we found noise and din! The hostess we met in the corridor said: “Yours have arrived! ".
I did not immediately understand what ours are. Then I heard Ukrainian language.
The aunt was loudly indignant that their room did not have a balcony (or even a window). I was then busy thinking about cold beer, so I did not pay attention. Subsequently, I managed to peep into the room opposite ours with one eye. It was a similar studio, only without a balcony. To be honest, I would be very upset too. I just wouldn't yell about it. We are very lucky. To be honest, I did not really understand the arrangements of our villa. Either only our second floor was called Villa "Tanya", or the whole building, of a rather strange design. There was another studio on our floor, with the same chic balcony, and a couple of doubles with a kitchenette in the hallway for two rooms. I have no idea what they have with the windows-balconies. Leaning over the railing, you could see the balcony below us. Only the owners decided that it was not worth riding a horse there, and built another room on the half-balcony. Economical. Or practical.
We cooked dinner.
And then the day ended. You should go and see the old town at night. But not today.
