Meanwhile back at the drawing board…

I’m a big fan of walking and walking holidays, even though one has to get up at some ungodly hour and have to deal with plane food. But it needs organization and commitment from the people who are there to look after you. The two people who looked after us were just brilliant. Misa, that’s a name pronounced Misha to us, and Stefan were knowledgeable and good humoured throughout. Misa drove us safely for miles and miles to get to the places where we would walk, and then did the walking with us. Stefan helped, and entertained us along the … Continue reading Meanwhile back at the drawing board…

This is watercress, if you don’t think so ask Primrose.

  This is apparently part of the watercress family, Primrose told us, and I for one am not going to argue with her. Neither was Very British Tony her husband. Fine companions they were on our walks. We were near the end of our holiday now and came across loads of these in and around woods near Lake Skadar. Here’s a closer view. We had a boat trip too, out onto the lake with the Albanian border running through the middle of this vast freshwater lake. A haven for wildlife and beautiful flowers. This is the inlet going out to … Continue reading This is watercress, if you don’t think so ask Primrose.

Is that a small block of flats coming towards us?

The main coastal town of Kotor was just down the road from where we were staying and it has an old city area much beloved by the enormous cruise ships that ply their trade in the area. It is indeed a beautiful old town area. We were lucky, on the day we visited there were none of these leviathans in dock. They are not just small blocks of flats on the water, they can be massive floating cities dwarfing the dockside. To my mind they cast more than a shadow on places of culture like Kotor. Chatting to one of the shopkeepers, … Continue reading Is that a small block of flats coming towards us?

Spies are everwhere!

A boat trip from Perast on a stunning day, we landed at this place for a look at an ancient Church, where a chap in dark glasses and regular features bade us “Bonjour”. First time I’ve ever been mistaken for a Frenchman. We spoke some French to him and he was friendly and informative telling us that Montenegro owes much to this chap above. His statue here just placed outside the church. We asked what he did and he told us that he’d been in the Montenegran Secret Service. So you go on holiday and bump into a spy! In this … Continue reading Spies are everwhere!