After Croatia Montenegro seems like a pretty obvious place to come. Just a short bus away (well 2 hours, that's short compared to most trips we have taken)and we were in the town of Kotor.
Kotor is a small walled town on the side of a fjord. Its stunning.
It was 34 degrees whilst we were there and me and Jenny for some unknown reason decided to climb 258 metres (which technically qualifies as a mountain) in this heat to a fortress. Whilst doing this climb Jenny even discoverd that it is possible for your eye lids to sweat...
There isnt much to do in Kator except swim in the water, eat ice cream in one of its many cafes or climb to the fortress in rediculous heat. So on day 2 of our stay in Montenegro we went on a little trip to a town (which i cannot pronounce the name of let alaone spell) whos claim to fame is that a church there is the home of John The Baptists mummified hand. Its kind of gross.
After seeing this we again realised that there wasnt all that much to do in this town except for look at the shrivelled, rotting black hand of John. So it was back on the bus back to Kotor.
Unfortunatly we got stuck on the bus with a group of 18 year old boys who speak very little English with a bus driver who looked like Karl Kennedy from Neighbours.
That 2 hour bus passed in no time thanks to their entertainment.
Besides asking our names the most they could say was basically "Katie la la la Katie la la la Katie" over again. or shout at "Kenny" which is what they thought Jenny was called.
One lad however was a bit special. He started undressing himself and talking about how attractive Americans found him. I dont think the fact that me and "Kenny" were laughing so hard we crying helped because he got really angy and shouted at us in Serbian then which just made us laugh even more...Poor him, he was left topless,confused and angry.
On the mosquito bite lookout...There are still many on my left arm. some on my legs and one really itchy one on my ankle.
