As nearly every morning, we could enjoy our breakfast on the terrace. Stanka, our host, had baked small Montenegrins’ cake filled with a date and hazel mixture. Flavourful! I did try to communicate with her in serbian and wanted to learn how to say « Thank you », yet I could not really pronounce it. We had a 50 Euros banknote, which was a little bit damaged on the side, and nobody agreed to take it. That is why we went to the “Stari Grad” to an exchange office. Once the torn banknote being history, we took a bus to Perast for 1 Euro per person. We ascend St-Nicolas’ church which offered a nice view over Perast, and took a boot towards « Our Lady of the rocks » isle, built artificially in the 15th century. ... read more

Our host had offered to prepare breakfast for us, in the traditional way so the next morning, we were able to try the local cuisine; the famous “lokumi”, small fried bread still lukewarm, accompanied by tomato salad and cucumber, homemade orange marmalade, bought marmalade, cheese (to be eaten together with the orange marmalade and “lokumi”) and tea. Walking towards the bus station, a taxi man approached us in the street a little bit before the station, offering to drive us to Bar for 3 Euros per person, so we accepted. From there we could find other buses to continue our journey. With us, there was an old man who asked where we were from… in Montenegrin or some other Serbian-similar language. We talked about Stanislas Wawrinka’s success the night before against Djokovic at the famous Roland ... read more

We woke up the next day at 9 and had breakfast. We then booked our first night in Montenegro, in a small town called Ulcinj. It used to be Albanian but, if I am not wrong, it is now Montenegrin. We only had to find a solution to get there. Easy. At 12 we checked-out but stayed, for what we thought it would be a while, in the lobby, to use the AMAZING Wifi to plan the rest of our trip, which was actually only planned until the next day. Observing us, looking on our huge Balkan-countries-map, the Bellboy, Resul Erden, came to us and started to chat a bit. We were really the hotel attraction, with our hats, our huge bags and our lack of Turkish language knowledge. One more time, it turned into an ... read more

We had asked our host how to get to Efes and found the dolmuç station he was talking about. We visit first ancient Efes and its Celsus’ library, a huge piece of stone, still standing over the other ruins. We met the Chinese man by chance walking though the ruins with his camera and took a picture together, of course. Later, we took a dolmuç towards Selçuk and its fortress, where John the Apostle preached and died, reason why a basilica was built on his tomb. Apparently, Marie the virgin also died there. Selçuk was the first Efes, but as the sea backed up, they had to follow it, to be nearer by the sea. The dolmuç had not any door... We had booked a bus company called Pamukkale. What a bus service! They ... read more

The next day, Serdar had organised us a shuttle transfer to “Kayseri Havalimani”. We were the first guests to enter the shuttle and made then almost three times Göreme at great length and finally left the village to go and pick up the other guests in surrounding villages. As good Swiss people, my boyfriend and I were already completely panicking about missing our plane, and it wasn’t finished yet. After good ten minutes driving away from Göreme, the driver had a call and suddenly changed the direction to go back direction… Göreme. Forgot someone. Well. We arrived thirty minutes before the scheduled take-off time (which actually correspond to the boarding time, yes, I have to think about it in a professional manner. I worked indeed as a flight attend for a year. I worked also in ... read more