Reading has continued to dominate our trip and during our time in Montenegro and the Balkans we managed to consume quite a variety of books, from Balkan histories and travelogues to various novels picked up at Belgrade’s English bookstores.
Kotor is one of those places that once you see it, you can’t understand how you’ve never heard of it.
My sister Mariah recently visited us in Kotor for six fun-filled days. She flew from San Diego to London to Serbia to Montenegro – just a hop, skip and a jump really.
In case you are still wondering how our search for a [structurally sound] dinghy concluded, I’ll go ahead and let these pictures do the talking.
Over the top of the ridge we came across a mountain of garbage on the hillside of a mostly abandoned homestead. Past the homestead, seemingly out of nowhere, was a decaying WWII bunker overlooking the entirety of the bay.
Every day we admire the Mediterranean color palette of our surroundings – the white stone, terracotta rooftops, turquoise and emerald ocean, plus the steep dark mountains that give Montenegro its name. And yet despite this, our life here keeps popping up red.
There are somewhere between 1300 and 1500 stairs to the top of the fortress, but the stairs are crumbling and the terrain can be slightly difficult. It took us 45 minutes to climb to the top, stopping quite a bit to catch our breath.
Living just feet from the spectacular Bay of Kotor – and with a private concrete dock at our disposal – Adam has been on the hunt for a small sailboat, dinghy or even kayak to get us out on the water during stay.
In Belgrade we boarded a large plane that was unmarked – completely without logos or signage except for a small Serbian flag and tiny Cyrillic script near the tail. Luckily, when you hate flying like I do, an unmarked plane doesn’t really add to the fear of flying, it just validates it.
Adam and Molly Go 