drugs in the water
only in monetenegro, baby...
boarding the train that was destined to get us the fuck out of the dumbest city on the face of the planet, two things happened to me. the first thing was a bit of peanut m&m getting stuck in my gum which proceeded to piss me off until i finally flossed at 9PM that night, the second was that my new favorite sandals were really starting to break my footsies in...
apart from that, everything was looking up, quite peachy you could say.
we finally checked in to roma airport and were directed down a section of the airport that seemed to be rented out to smaller airlines.
we spied a group of people who all seemed rather chilled, getting along like a house on fire in their designer clothes and expensive eye wear.
we quickly took a seat to the side of the spectacle and watched in amazement...
it turns out that none of these people knew each other...but there they were, all excited and shuzzed up to the nines waiting to board the plane together (in stitches and in armani, mind you)...
we witnessed peeps picking up complete strangers, singing and dancing...random bff chats and comfortable reclining for all...what kind of a place is/was this montenegro, is it THAT fantastic that it makes people do small wee's of excitement in their pants before they even get there.
turns out, it IS that kinda awesome place that makes people smile................when they are coming here for the weekend to take part in illegal gambling.
i admit to pinching myself upon landing. a sunset was nestling itself in between mountains and mountains and mountains of love. all the while the aqua of the fresh running water piercing your eyes......and your senses....wow, heaven indeed.
anyhoo, after being completely ripped off by our taxi driver we arrived at our hostel. nestled in the hilly inclines of crna gora, this place....in all of its majestic wonderful beautiful-ness...it is just breath taking.
greeted by the handsome and dashing nicola, we were then fed and entertained by him in a section of the hostel that had much of a switzerland inspired changing rooms theme.
today we made the journey out to ostrog monastery - a VERY holy place. litterally built into the top of the mountain, it took us almost an hour to climb the steep one way road in our little taxi...round and round and round and round and more round turns a.......nd........
finally reaching the peak, we bid farewell to mr taxi man and were greeted by a sign in the archway that read no shorts, skirts, etc........looking down ourselves we noticed that we were soooooooooooo not appropriate for ostrog monastery...not just that - all of the locals up there realised that too.
now, i reckon it's great to understand what people are saying in another language...not so much when they are slagging you and saying very bad things about you, your apearance and attire.
it is pretty funny all the same. it's just so odd that in the next town it is socially acceptable to wear skirts, hot pants but one town over you pretty much have to wear a hajib.
anyway, i love montenegro, so far so good, sooooo good on the eyes!
and now we are off to a coastal town for some chill out time and exploring of the mountains
there are still bears in these parts so if you don't see a new blog in a little while i am probably dead.\xo
boarding the train that was destined to get us the fuck out of the dumbest city on the face of the planet, two things happened to me. the first thing was a bit of peanut m&m getting stuck in my gum which proceeded to piss me off until i finally flossed at 9PM that night, the second was that my new favorite sandals were really starting to break my footsies in...
apart from that, everything was looking up, quite peachy you could say.
we finally checked in to roma airport and were directed down a section of the airport that seemed to be rented out to smaller airlines.
we spied a group of people who all seemed rather chilled, getting along like a house on fire in their designer clothes and expensive eye wear.
we quickly took a seat to the side of the spectacle and watched in amazement...
it turns out that none of these people knew each other...but there they were, all excited and shuzzed up to the nines waiting to board the plane together (in stitches and in armani, mind you)...
we witnessed peeps picking up complete strangers, singing and dancing...random bff chats and comfortable reclining for all...what kind of a place is/was this montenegro, is it THAT fantastic that it makes people do small wee's of excitement in their pants before they even get there.
turns out, it IS that kinda awesome place that makes people smile................when they are coming here for the weekend to take part in illegal gambling.
i admit to pinching myself upon landing. a sunset was nestling itself in between mountains and mountains and mountains of love. all the while the aqua of the fresh running water piercing your eyes......and your senses....wow, heaven indeed.
anyhoo, after being completely ripped off by our taxi driver we arrived at our hostel. nestled in the hilly inclines of crna gora, this place....in all of its majestic wonderful beautiful-ness...it is just breath taking.
greeted by the handsome and dashing nicola, we were then fed and entertained by him in a section of the hostel that had much of a switzerland inspired changing rooms theme.
today we made the journey out to ostrog monastery - a VERY holy place. litterally built into the top of the mountain, it took us almost an hour to climb the steep one way road in our little taxi...round and round and round and round and more round turns a.......nd........
finally reaching the peak, we bid farewell to mr taxi man and were greeted by a sign in the archway that read no shorts, skirts, etc........looking down ourselves we noticed that we were soooooooooooo not appropriate for ostrog monastery...not just that - all of the locals up there realised that too.
now, i reckon it's great to understand what people are saying in another language...not so much when they are slagging you and saying very bad things about you, your apearance and attire.
it is pretty funny all the same. it's just so odd that in the next town it is socially acceptable to wear skirts, hot pants but one town over you pretty much have to wear a hajib.
anyway, i love montenegro, so far so good, sooooo good on the eyes!
and now we are off to a coastal town for some chill out time and exploring of the mountains
there are still bears in these parts so if you don't see a new blog in a little while i am probably dead.\xo
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