Blogs from Kotor, Montenegro, Europe

Le Monténégro, pourquoi le Monténégro, c'est où ça le Monténégro, qui donc décide d'aller au Monténégro, qu'est-ce qu'il y a à faire au Monténégro, avez-vous déjà vu le mot Monténégro autant de fois dans une phrase? L'aventure pour s'y rendre à commencé à Mostar en Bosnie. Un 4 heures d'autobus a suffi pour se rendre à Dubrovnik en Croatie, où on a passé une nuit. En passant, c'est long 4 heures d'autobus avec un bébé. On est tout pogné et surtout, on ne peut se lever comme dans un train. Quand on a Nellie sur nous, pouvoir mettre debout est un élément essentiel. On n'aime pas les autobus. Je ne parlerai pas de Dubrovnik tout de suite car nous sommes partis dès le lendemain matin à bord d'une petite Citroen C3, notre véhicule pour le prochain ... read more

The drive from Albania to Kotor, Montenegro was another spine chilling one! This is where I invented the saying "hairier than a kiwi fruit" and Nick earned his formula one stripes. The road is pretty much single lane the whole way past the border (two hours drive time) winding up and around the mountains on a cliff face with the sea below. When other cars come you have to pull over and at times reverse. Insane. The town of Kotor is itself a world heritage site, built in the 9th century. It is impossibly beautiful! It seriously looks like something from Disneyland, with a maze of cobbled streets and tiny little lane ways. You have to enter through the old iron gates at the front. All the buildings are super cute with old wooden window shutters ... read more

Hey all, First of all, sorry for the delay before my first post. As you all know, the first two days were a bit more eventful than I think any of us wanted (thank you, Lufthansa). We’ll start from the beginning. August 8th was sacrificed to the travel gods and spent doing the most mind-numbing tasks available. The most common ways the kids killed the time: watching classics such as Thor, Kung Fu Panda 2, and Fast Five; playing games on the myriad iPhones; and -- as we approached hours 7, 8, 9 -- loitering in the aisles (they were like crows to a field: we’d shoo them back to their seats, but then as soon as we’d turn our backs, there they’d be again, lingering in the walkways and hovering over chairs). There was also ... read more

We negotiated the Montenegrin border without problems, just queues. I had managed to contact a friend who lives in Herceg Novi just over the border. Well it turns out she lives on the tip of the peninsular opposite (but its still called Herceg Novi) and we virtually invited ourselves to visit them! After all they were pivotal in our decision to travel as they themselves had sailed around the world, which inspired us to do this trip. We drove around Kotor bay, it was absolutely stunning. We had a swim at Perast, beautiful clear water. Then with amazing instructions we navigated to Fiona and Dave’s house, and appreciated a very warm welcome from them and their 3 dogs. It was lovely to stop in such a lovely place and have a bed for the night. ... read more

We’re trying to decode a Croatian sign which, in our estimated translation reads- ‘Stop, Police’. It’s what you would expect at a border crossing. Ahead of us are a couple of port-a-cabins and a simple boom gate barrier that you see at car parks set up for the weekend footy. There are about three or four cars parked on either side of the road and apart from that it’s just us, stopped next to the sign which tells us to do so. British sensitivities in order we figure that if we just sit here and wait patiently someone official will tell us what to do next. A packet of jelly snakes, a massive bag of peanuts, and a re-application of sunscreen later nothing has happened. Luckily Carol (Katie’s mum, who we met on the plane) is ... read more