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We have one full day left. And I still haven't decided where to go. To Herceg Novi? Or vice versa, to Ulcinj? I thought that fate would decide. We arrive at the bus station and take the next bus. But I didn’t want to go far.

While we were returning from an excursion, one girl excitedly talked about Petrovac. Why not? And nothing to go. The guide showed us where the stop is located, from which you can leave in the right direction. And Vadik even scored a mark on the map. Although he squealed that you need to go from the bus station. But I understand that it is more expensive to leave the bus station than from a regular stop. Do you need to somehow support the object and the cashiers-cleaners? She insisted.

The stop was found only thanks to the tag. This Budva seems to be small, but we got completely confused in it.

Come. There is a bus to Petrovac. According to the schedule, it was about to leave. But the driver was nowhere to be seen. While we were waiting, a bus arrived and left to Sveti Stefan. We are waiting, sir. And the door is open! At least get behind the wheel. Vadik told a true anecdote heard (read) somewhere: The people loaded onto the bus and are waiting. And the driver is still missing. The man sitting behind began to resent: “But where does he wear it? ” The people agreed. Then the first speaker gets behind the wheel and pulls off. The passengers freaked out. But then it turned out that this man is the driver, he just has a somewhat strange sense of humor. Well, we didn’t have such a carrier either. But then another bus came up, and also to Petrovac. We got into it and paid 3 euros each.

Petrovac is located 15 kilometers behind Sveti Stefan, therefore, 23 from Budva. We got there in less than half an hour. So, what do we have here?

We went down a narrow lane to the embankment. Well, pretty nice.

There is some kind of fortress. Let's go there right away.

But I saw a path to a very attractive hill, and the fortress was left to wait.

And the path led us to the path. She reminded me a lot of Solar. Eh!

And the wild bays of the New World. Sea, mountains, cicadas… I cry out loud.

However, then a purely Montenegrin feature began - endless tunnels.

I've never seen so many of them anywhere! This is how much money they poured into their construction! Okay, on mountain trails. There it is justified and will pay off. And here? Is it really all done just for the convenience of beachgoers?

A cascade of piss-smelling tunnels led us to some beach, disfigured by construction.

Appears to be frozen. At least there was no activity at the construction site. However, it was a Saturday.

If you do not look at the construction site, then the beach, in general, is not bad. The water is clean. Entry into the sea is relatively safe, as the pebbles are of medium size.

There are locker rooms and showers. Even the toilet near the cafe. I don’t know if it’s paid or how, but I came up with an inspection and no one drove me away and didn’t try to take money off.

After dipping a couple of times, we went back. Along the way, we discovered a descent to the sea, which we had not seen before. The steps were not that steep, but absolutely vertical. Without any handrails.

It was a bit daunting to go down. But that didn't stop us. If you wish, you can swim there. But the desire did not arise.

We returned to Petrovac and climbed the fortress. A couple of good views, but nothing outstanding.

Refueling was required. They took it in a beer store and sat on a bench to stare at local beachgoers. When I was tormented the day before by choosing a destination, I read that Petrovac is the most respectable resort in Montenegro, which not everyone can afford. Well, yes, well, yes!

These people seem to be waiting to be checked out. Or, conversely, they have already been checked out (checked out).

I looked at local souvenirs. Here is exactly such a magnet with bottles, only with the inscription "Georgia", my daughter brought me.

I also wonder why they have such a cult of lavender? While we went on excursions, I did not see lavender fields anywhere.

At the end of the embankment there was a ladder upstairs and a tunnel.

I began to climb the stairs, but I saw a sign "No entry". However, I think if I had passed, no one would have bothered me. But I didn't.

Instead, we poked our way into the tunnel under the Ponta sign. Yes, sir! And what do we have here? It was a dope cafe. There was no further passage. It seems to be. . .

I had to go back and seep through some boarding house.

However, it was possible to get around on the road, but no one interfered with us. On the contrary, the worker showed us how to get closer to the Luč ice beach, where we were heading.

It wasn't far to go.

Already the bay appeared, but I saw steps leading to the hill. You have to get up now, otherwise you won’t want to later.

The steps led us to a group of men of retirement age, who apparently built them. At the moment, they were smoking. There were no steps further, and we had to go further up the path. At the top was a viewing platform. Apparently, steps led to it from the side where the prohibition sign blocked my way. There, the steps were dilapidated, and the queue for their repair had not yet come. After taking a picture of Petrovac from the mountain, we went back.

The smoke break dragged on. Nobody started working.

Lucice beach was very good. But it's too crowded.

We took a dip once. There was another beach behind the hill, Buljaritsa. I would go there. But Verkin's husband was against it. Crap! And why did we take it? He used to be more mobile. Learned bad things from Verka!

I had to go back. We came to the same stop where we landed and went home. The bus was "decorated" with advertising, so Sveti Stefan turned out to be polka dots.

There is such a minibus to Yaz Beach and beyond. This is for Polina. In order not to go there on foot along the highway.

For lunch, we again splurge on shrimp.

We must pay tribute to the fact that they are quite worthy here, although they are too expensive. Similar ones in ShL cost $15, which was also somehow expensive, in my opinion.

After buying more wine, we went to the embankment to meet the sunset. But today its color was much inferior to yesterday's and was only the color of the wine that we drank.

Someone, apparently, also drank. More of ours. It didn’t even occur to me to swim in clothes.

The city at dusk looked even more interesting than in complete darkness.

I remembered that I really needed new glasses and dragged my little gang to where the glasses merchant was standing, in the hope that he was still there. He was right there. I picked up the eyeglasses that I liked and asked, “How much? ” He again began to tell me about the three Mercedes. I ask the question again. He charged: "Forty! " I came closer and, looking from under my brows, issued: “Ten! ” He began to whine that he couldn't give it away for less than 25. I came up almost back to back. Okay, I say. "Fifteen! " He backed away and said with a sigh, "Eighteen! " Okay. Paid off. He said to me (or us) "Mafia! " Scared the man : ))

Fly away tomorrow. We must gather. We had to decide what to do with the purchased alcohol. We didn’t have enough clothes to wrap the bottles securely enough. Vadik convinced me that alcohol can be carried in hand luggage. Allegedly, the guide told yesterday. I actually heard something like that. Dutik does not work at the Tivat airport, so you can take out 5 liters of alcohol bought in the city. I still neighed that you can take it out, but what will our customs say about this? But here’s the moment, about the fact that these same 5 liters can be carried in hand luggage, I didn’t catch. How can this be? It's better not to risk it and put everything in your luggage.

Vadik and I had a liter bottle of vignac and two half-liters of brandy. The vignac was in a damask, so I decided that it was strong enough and should not break. But the brandy bought on the first excursion was in ordinary round glass bottles, which had every chance of being broken when loading and unloading luggage. Without hesitation, we merged both bottles into one, from under the "ballantyne", which we never threw away. And the fact that one brandy was quince with honey, and the other - just quince, did not bother us. Looking ahead, I will say that the sweetness of the resulting drink was practically the same as the original honey brandy. Olyajan had her doubts about the blackberry wine, and I have my doubts about this honey brandy. Oh, they didn’t sweeten it with honey!

In the morning we were supposed to be picked up at 10. There was still plenty of time. Unless, of course, do not sleep until the green brooms. You can also swim in the sea for the last time.

But the morning turned out to be overcast. I didn't feel like swimming. This time we reached the beach in a record 15 minutes. Finally learned the shortcut. And now to leave. Well, think about it! I've had enough. While the boys were dipping, I, for decency, went for a walk along the deserted streets of the old city.

To be honest, without people, I was not at all interested. Walls and walls. I love watching both animals and people. Verkin's husband, noticing that I was taking pictures of everything, called me "Shreibicus". Who studied German at school knows who it is. I taught him and remembered that there was such a character in the textbook. I knew he was a reporter. But I didn’t even think that I could be associated with him. Then I diligently studied the language, and did not bother with the character traits of fictional characters.

But the weather has deteriorated. The cloud is approaching.

While we were getting ready, it began to rain. Hello to you! But how can we drag ourselves with things in the rain to a stop?

Thank God, just before we left, the rain stopped. How symbolic! We arrived with the rain and we are leaving with it!

On the way to the airport, the bus guide confirmed Vadik's words about 5 liters of booze in hand luggage. Here are those on! Anyway! Don't overpack! True, we did not wrap things in film, but simply locked the bags on a small padlock of the dog, as we usually do. And, thank God, we never lost any of our things.

The guide joked that the driver was flying with us. He really wants to go to Ukraine. When leaving, Verkin's husband, turning to the driver, suggested that he change - let him fly, but he will stay.

This time, I managed to register online in time and chose a window seat for everyone. I figured it out like this: since the Dutik doesn’t work, we won’t be able to take anything useful into the salon, why should we sit next to each other? And here it is! How I missed! You could take everything with you in your hand luggage! But that's all, let's go!

The dog also wants to go to Ukraine

Having handed over the luggage, they did not rush to passport control. There is still plenty of time. We found a small shop at the entrance, where I found a canned Danish Tuborg. And what, what already two twenty? There were no other options! Bought. They sat down on a bench outside and, having eaten their snack, washed down with beer. Little appeared. I have to go back to the store. Verkin's husband, rummaging in his pocket, found two euros. I saw that the coin has a design on the reverse, which I have not seen before. The fact is that I collect euro and two euro coins. And even though I was in Europe only a couple of times, I have accumulated such a collection:

I easily identified some of the coins: France, Greece, Spain, the Netherlands, Andorra, Slovenia, Portugal.

With an eagle, I think Germany. With Mozart (if he is), apparently, Austria. And here are two coins, a mystery to me. With some lyre and some leaves. And Italy, as I understand it, has several types of coins. Or is it not all Italy?

Connoisseurs and lovers of Europe, what do you say?

In short, I took a coin away from Verka's husband and bought beer for a paper bill. An hour before departure, we went to the control.

The local storage was even smaller than the one in Zaporozhye.

But the dutik worked! The guides didn't know, did they? Kind of weird! There wasn't much of a choice, though. Yes, the prices were too high. We didn't buy anything there. And then the landing was already announced. Chao, Montenegro!

It was quite good for us here. For the first time in many previous trips, we managed without an emergency, which is nice in itself. There were plenty of impressions. The country is bright. All the photos that I posted here were not subjected to any processing (forgive me Ollennka). But to the question, would I like to return here, I will not give an answer yet. Too little time has passed. Maybe I'll miss Montenegro too. For three days, I would have found something to do. Go to Ostrog, Herceg Novi and Jaz beach. And then what? And I would go to Bulyaritsa. It's been 4 days already.

So the native side appeared:

Why not Skadar Lake?

How many times I have flown from Zaporozhye, but I have never seen Dneproges from a plane.

It was much cooler at home than in Montenegro. But, in general, very good! : ))

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