Day 13 – Making friends with “google translate

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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 “à la turque” situation. (Maybe I need to precise that when I say this, it is only in a good way. The “A la turque” way of life, way of being with other humans, will stay in our minds and hearts for ever). They offered us the coffees and Vincent talked I don’t know how long about football with Resul. Football’s passion units all nations.



We also learned to know the receptionist, Esin. Thanks to the “Petit Routard” dictionary and Google translate, we had a great talk and exchange few things about our different cultures. We stayed there until 14h30 and left to take our bus at the Otogari.As my boyfriend wrote as a note, on that very page of our trip’s story “Happiness is only real when shared” from Jon Krakauer quoted from “Into the Wild”.







Later on, the bus made a stop in an Otogari in the middle of nowhere… and forget us there. I won’t explain this story here, but be careful, if you ever book “Pamukkale” bus company.

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