The furthest I’ve ever been from Hungary is Montenegro. I wrote a few posts about it already, but I love remembering those days.
I already wrote the story of how I been smuggled in the country, you can read it here.
We sat outside in the restaurants watching the sea and the mountains surrounding us.
It was beautiful in the morning and at night.
This week’s photo challenge was meant for me, you guys. I mean I already can’t shut up about the sea. You thought I’m going to miss out on this one? So now I’m going to share with you my three favourite pictures. Why just three? Well, I got to keep some material for future posts. And to be honest, you already saw these, but hey, they’re still my favourite. I hope to make some new ones in the coming years. I’m really thinking a lot about moving nowadays. Move to Montenegro or Croatia. I’d like to reach out here to people, who maybe could give me advice or tips, on how to do this whole thing, what has to be done, how to find a job without speaking the language, learning there. So anyone with advice please contact me. Thanks! Now the pics to enjoy.
Also found in the bay of Kotor, right next to the beach.
I wrote about the beauty, now it’s time to bring my favourite weirdnesses to daylight.
For starters, this is our friend, William:
But he has some secrets, you know.
The truth is, William iiis:
But at least his stylish as hell.
Our next contestant is this fanomenal sign.
You are totally hungry now, aren’t you?
Well, even the food can be weird:
And for dessert, I was holding onto something really weird. I have no idea why would someone want this, or what would anybody do with it. He was sitting outside a little tobacco shop, waiting for someone to spend 10 euros on him.
We were lucky enough, that during our visit they held the annual Kotor Karneval, so the streets were pretty crammed. It was a big party, with music, majorettes, funny customes and fire dancers.
The majorettes were following the musicians around the narrow streets, and performers would show up from nowhere. But we are not the kind of people who like to follow around people that are already followed around, so we went to our favourite place, the little bakery with the magical cake.
There were a few flashy, fancy clubs in the centre, and usually we could hear the music ’til the morning. When we went home, there were still many people inside and outside.
So the nightlife is pretty intense, And you know what else is? The cats. The cats are everywhere.
Sleeping on the streets, hanging around restaurants, even in shops.
Whenever you were walking around, there was at least one kitty in sight. Then we wandered into a shady street, and we found the cat alley.
I love cats, but man, did this place stink. There were like twenty cats roaming around.
Some people feed them and take care of them.
So if you like to party all night, it is absolutely possible. But if you like a little silence and solitude, and still want something unforgettable, just go out a balcony and enjoy the lights dancing on the water.
Good night, everybody.
Are you sick of me yet? I hope not. I still have a few things to show you from our trip. I promise to make it pretty and short this time.
The Sveti Ivan fortress on the hill. There are a thousand stairs that take you to the top. Obviously, we never made it. I was almost dead after the three houndred stairs on Lovcen mountain.
Sveti Dorde, the island of the priests. You can only get there by kajak, and guess what? We totally did that. 12 kilometres from the rental place. And then back. My arms hurt like hell the next day. But the priests were nice and we met a Hungarian woman who was their chef there.
View from the old town of Budva. Budva gets really interesting in the evenings. There are performers all along the boulevard dressed fancy. Even Charlie Chaplin was there.
And for this majestic view we only had to be in our apartment at the right time.
What I found lovely in Kotor was that the old went so well with the new. Like the entrance of the old town. It was flooded with motorcycles.
Inside, there were the most charming narrow little streets, tiny antique shops, restaurants and a little bit too many tourist shops.
I really loved to wander around in here. We even got lost a few times, but we didn’t mind. We loved to find a new ice-cream shop or a beautiful balcony. I loved that plants were growing out of the walls, even from the cracks of the clock tower.
At night, all the little lights made it really intimate. The wheather would cool of, and some places started playing live music.
One night we even caught a rock concert in one of the streets. We usually spent our nights close to this church:
Because there is something really extraordinary about this church. This is the point were people could think I know the history of it or maybe I’m religious. Well that is not the case. The reason why this place holds a special place to my heart, is the patisserie on the left side of this building. That is where we found the best cake ever.
I love that cake. And the only thing I know about it, is that it’s called a Spanish Weather cake.
I’ve been searching for the recipe for a year now. I can’t find it anywhere. The memory of it’s taste is still lingering on my tastebuds. If somebody knows anything about it, please contact me. I need to have it again. I can’t desribe it, it wasn’t like anything I ever had. The taste didn’t resemble any fruits. We just called it The Cake. We went back every night. One day I will return to Montenegro. And while I’m there, I’m going to find this place again and eat all of their cake. All of it.
I want to tell you so many things about Montenegro, and I promise, I try to write some useful things too.
We were staying in the Bay of Kotor in a lovely apartment with a great view.
Let me tell you about the traffic there. It’s sick. People are usually going really fast on those narrow little streets and serpentins, but we never saw any accidents thankfully. The drivers honk A LOT. When you’re walking around you can hear a honk going of in every 3 seconds. And the traffic lights didn’t work anywhere.
One day in our way to Bar, we found the best restaurant with a perfect little bay. It’s kinda hidden, and I don’t know the restaurants name (I’m so useful, right?). It is right next to road E851, and it is in Crvanj, close to the city plate. There is a little place to park next to the road and another sign with ads on it. That’s all the directions I can tell.
You can see how close the road is. They serve all kinds of food and snacks, like a watermelon plate and weird but delicious smoothies.
It was a great place to spend an afternoon. It is easy to walk into the sea, but as you can see, there are big rocks (we don’t like sandy beaches, because they’re not as clean and interesting as the ones with rocks).
Then we went back to Sveti Stefan which is famous for the Forbidden Island, First I thought this is really interesting, then I learned it’s just where famous and rich people have a vacation without being disturbed. What a disappointment.
There is a beach right next to it, which is really pretty, but unbelievebly pricey. They ask for 50 euros per deck chair in the second row. We didn’t even asked the price of the first row. Oh, and renting a deck chair is mandatory. Because rich people can’t handle seeing others in the sand.
But it’s free to walk around and take all the beauty in.
There is a really nice shady path, and there are sculptures everywhere.
But my favourites were the trees.
Stay tuned for the next part, the old town of Kotor and the best cake in the world!
The best hike I ever did was up to Lovćen mountain. Mostly because I didn’t really had to hike that much, ’cause you can go up the hill by car. I mean, if you can handle the serpentin road, which I totally can’t. I was nauseated. Luckily there is a really nice restaurant around halfway, where you have amazing view and equally fantastic sopska salad.
And you can meet friends like this fellow:
If you go even further, there is a little valley with log-cabins. You can buy delicious cheese and Prsut, witch is a kind of ham that they smoke for a year. The salesman play the flute all day for their own amusement. And if you hike up there on foot or by bike, you can sleep there for free.
While listening to the flutes, you look up the mountain, and see this:
If you go even higher, you will reach the Mausoleum. There are around 300 stairs that take you to the top.
Without further ado, I post my favourite pictures from that day:
All pictures taken and all words written by me, as usual.