Chao, Montenegro! (day four)
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I found out with regret that you won't find decent sunsets or sunrises here. The sun rises from behind the mountain, quite late at that, and also sets behind the mountain. But there was an advantage in this - you didn’t have to get up before dawn and run to the embankment to meet the sun. Still, we live far from the sea.
Today is Wednesday. Excursion "Minimontenegro". We were almost the first to be picked up from a stop near a cafe with a frightening name "Taboo". We had the opportunity to get good seats. For half an hour they gathered the rest of the people. We moved to the mountains, to the former capital of Cetinje.
On the way we stopped at the observation deck. You can see Sveti Stefan from here.
Those who wished could ride a zipline. Only, in my opinion, there were no applicants. But there was Wi-Fi on the bus. So, the road was not boring.
In the former capital, we were immediately taken to the monastery, where we got a unique opportunity to venerate the holy things - the right hand of John the Baptist and a piece of the Cross of the Lord. Photography inside is prohibited.
I didn't find anything else interesting here. Despite the abundance of mansions in which there were (or are) embassies of various countries, the town did not impress me.
But Verka's husband really liked it. Yes! You here:
It's kind of sad. I nicknamed it "county town C".
But there was a "disgrace" here. Theatre, locally. I love this language!
Further on, our path lay in the village of "Negushi", where we were promised a tasting of prosciutto. And on the way we stopped at the "point".
Here we were expected, with open arms, traders of all sorts of differences - honey, brandy and other rubbish. Vadik and I also bought two bottles. One brandy with honey, the other without honey. Dear infection. For 10 euros for 0.5. However, it is even more expensive in stores. Honestly, I don't understand why? Wine is cheap, but moonshine is expensive.
Compassionate girls fed their breakfast to the dog.
It hurt to look at her when they left.
In the look it was clearly read: “Well, take me, well, take me! ".
In Njeguš i, we were taken to a dark barn that stank of soot, where pork thighs hung from the ceiling. They dripped fat. Some even fell under this drop.
They told the technology of making prosciutto. The process takes six months. Weird. I remember that in Croatia they called us a period of two years. Apparently, due to the huge tourist flow, they do not have time to cook meat for all those who sting, so they accelerated the process.
Then we were taken to the tables and given a sandwich with prosciutto and cheese.
Pour a glass of wine. The men took the red one, which turned out to be a muddy shmurdyak. I took the white and made the right decision - it was a normal Riesling. Immediately, on the counter, there were pieces of prosciutto and cheese sealed in a film.
The people rowed a mustache! Yielding to the standard feeling, I took a piece. I don’t know how much it weighs, but it cost as much as 13 euros. Oh, in my gut I feel that a divorce, but Vadik said to take it.
Two girls approached, leading the bike. One of them had problems - something broke. She asked to join us on the bus, but the guide refused.
Well, it would seem that this is the whole tour. I already scolded myself with the last words that I fell for her. But then the serpentine began. Yes, not simple, but with crazy views of the Bay of Kotor. The entire left side of the bus jumped out of their seats to capture or just look. It was amazing! We had seats near the second door, so we took a position there and stood all the way. The guide and the driver were loyal to this, understanding our delight. Judge for yourself:
From here you can see the runway of the Tivat airport. And the road in the form of the letter "M". I absorbed everything with my eyes. Therefore, what the guide told, the ears listened badly. Someone loved someone and captured the first letter of the name of the beloved “M” in the form of serpentine loops.
However, then there was an observation deck. It was, of course, more convenient to shoot there, but there was only one angle.
The track, of course, is not for the faint of heart drivers and not for weak stomachs. Our bus barely passed with cars. And the buses agree among themselves by phone so as not to meet.
At 3 o'clock we were already in the city. Therefore, having changed clothes, we went to Mogren.
This is how our villa looks like from the end.
Now I've seen that doubles do have balconies. It turns out that only one studio out of three was unlucky.
Let's go to the yards-gardens.
During the tour, the guide said that the paid entrance to the walls of the old city is only in the Citadel. And in other parts you need to look for steps and climb for free. They began to search. In one place they found steps with a gate locked with a padlock. People from above tried to pass through it, who climbed the walls in the Citadel, as I understood. They were released by the owner of a nearby cafe, opening the door with his key. Looking for more. Nothing!
Well, here's the balcony.
After taking a dip in Mogren, we went back.
Before entering the tunnel, the dude laid out sunglasses on the parapet. One fell right into my eye. It's time for me to update the spectacle park. Asked about the price. A man began to tell me that they cost 80 euros, but he sells them for 40. He poked a picture in the nose and asked if I saw three Mercedes on it? I saw it, but I moved on. I was followed by: “30! ". Still expensive.
We went to the bakery. We wanted to buy pizza, but there was none. Bought this:
I don't know what it's called - whether it's a burek or a pita. For me, it caused an association with the large intestine. And inside it was so brown. Mince, I mean. It didn't affect my appetite at all. I saw on TV
that the Chinese have come up with special cafes for those who want to lose weight. There is furniture in the form of toilet bowls, and dishes in the form of excrement. To curb your appetite. I think it's stupid. You either have an appetite or you don't. I have it. Especially if you do not eat, but snack. Today we drank fig brandy bought from my aunt near the tunnel in Rafailovici.
"The sunset again painted the streets with marvelous colors" (c)
We still had the strength to go out to admire the evening city. But on the way we hung out in a cosmetics store in the soap section. What kind of soap was not there! And lavender and wisteria and fig, etc. They scored as much as 15 euros. For soap, for some reason, I don’t feel sorry for the money.
When we left, it was already dark and the sunset passed by : (((
In the night illumination, Budva seemed more interesting to me, but I am an absolutely daytime person, so, after wandering around for a bit, we went to bed.
How romantic! : )))
