WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE

A rest day, but first a morning on the road.  This last part of our trip seems to involve a lot of travelling.  Well,  that is what we came for. We are heading for the hills, a welcome respite from the war torn cities,  to spend the night by a river at a rafting camp. Though no one is going rafting, for one thing we are not insured, for another we don't feel that energetic.

One again we travel by private bus through spectacular scenery, stopping along the way at a service station for the obligatory lavatory and coffee stop.  Another border crossing,  into Montenegro this time and a return to euros.  My head spins when I think how many currencies I have used over the last week or so.

The camp reminded me of Licola, basic huts and great location by a river in the middle of nowhere. There was a bar at the camp and dinner provided but that was pretty much it.  When the thunder arrived and the rain there was not much to do but sleep in the afternoon before we sat around over s bottle or two of wine enjoying our surroundings.  The rain stopped but we stayed put. Fresh trout for dinner and crepes. Yum.

Breakfast early and into the bus to head for Kotor with a hike to a monastery on the way.   We are held up after an accident in a tunnel.  We have no idea how long we are held up so or driver takes us back into the last town we passed through to a local restaurant he recommends.  When we arrive we hear that the (slow cooked) lamb under the bell (over coals under cover) is just ready so of course we order that with potatoes and salad.  Lunch at 1030 seems just right after an early start. It was fantastic.

When we set off again and get to the stay of the club to the monastery we area all glad that we have sustained ourselves so well before we tackle the hill.   This is no ordinary monastery as it houses the remains of St Basil,  whose body is said to be unchanged since it was buried As it lies beneath a cloth we couldn't price or dispute this. It was all very very interesting to say the least.

Back in the bus, on to Kotor just in time to freshen up then walk to dinner by the water's edge.  After dinner we walk into the old town so that Milan can point out where to go in the morning to climb the walls to the fort, where the best money exchange rate is to be found,  where the ATMs are and a couple of other important bits before we fall into bed to the sounds of the party music (aka doof doof) from nearby.  Nothing keeps us awake.   Good night.