Montenegro - Budva

The weather is still threatening to be nasty, so today Marie, Kary and myself left the boat and took a bus to the neighbouring harbor of Budva.

As we waited for our bus we were happy to see all the buses in the station were modern and air-conditioned. Then ours turned up. The oldest bus you have ever seen, in fact I was surprised not to see chickens run out when they opened the door. Marie didn't look very impressed by the complimentary snacks left by the previous passengers either.

The trip to Budva only took about 45 minutes so it wasn't too bad. Budva is full of restaurants and bars, and you get the feeling that it doesn't get it's groove on until well after dark.

When we got there I was really hungry, but felt like something different. So when I saw a Halal Turkishesk establishment I persuaded the girls to stop there. Big mistake, I think it is only hours before the food poisoning sets in. It was horrible. Kary ordered fries, and what arrived was unidentifiable. I'm pretty sure they didn't use hot oil to cook them.

Eventually we found a great little bar on the water to sit and relax. The girls decided to have a swim but came back almost instantly because the water wasn't the 30 degrees that they were used to ;) So I ordered us a drink... and thinking I was funny ordered Marie a long island ice tea. It was a bit strong for her and I ended up having to drink it.... excuse me if the following recollections of the day are a bit fuzzy!

Afterwards we decided to walk around the corner to another bay. The water there was crystal clear and was the best beach we have been to yet!

We are now back at the boat and the clouds are getting very dark... I think we will be in for a storm tonight.

There are a few new boats which arrived today. We are all moored stern-to, but so close it feels like we are rafted together. We have russians on one side, and a croatian family on the other.

When we arrived yesterday we thought we were going to have to retrieve the bow lines, and organize the stern lines all by ourselves, but luckily the russian guy helped us out. The bow line he gave us meant that Dune sat rafted up to his boat. Not wanting to be so close we tried to reconfigure the lines. As part of the manuvere we used the bow thruster a little. The guy was muttering something in russian, I have a feeling it wasn't words of encouragement. In retrospect it was a redundant move, but it was funny to hear the russian equivalent of "Mama Mia"!