Big news people. I have photos! Rattled through a few rolls of film on my brand-spanking Minolta SRT Unfortunately you get what you pay for. By the end of pub crawl season, I found myself ready to push on. With my head in a clearer place, and my feet getting itchy probably my newest shoes to fall apart , the time had come to get out of Croatia…. The arrival of Tasha and myself in Montenegro saw the start of a continual battle between us and the weather. A cold front kicked in the day we arrived in Tivat.
While still hot in the day, the nights were fresh as hell. After spending two days there doing practice hikes the first being a 4 hour lost bushbash through thornbushes with insufficient water; the second being a 20km trek over 5 hours to Kotor , we got on the road to Durmitor National Park.
Zabljak, the largest town on the National Park border A whopping people , was not warm when we arrived. After finding rooms for 6Eur each, we were warned by numerous tourist information people to NOT camp outside, or hike higher than the lake, as rain and snow were expected. Having come from beautiful summer weather 5 days earlier, sub-zero was a shock. The decision was made that if we woke to snow the next morning, we would make a run for warmer weather. There was snow falling when I woke up.
We left. Boarded a bus to Podgorica, the Montenegrin capital, where absolutely nothing was happening, and it was still cold. Waited 5 hours, and boarded an overnight to Pristina, Kosovo. Arrived at 5am. Absolutely freezing. Due to my poor choice of words, he decided to order vodkas to chase the coffees.
As in, I worryingly could see myself getting used to morning vodkas. Left the bus station in search of the only reasonably priced guesthouse. Googlemaps failed us, and took us in the wrong direction. It took 12kilometres, 2 internet cafes, 2 people asked for directions, and 3.
