July 26, 2018

A Closing Post

I should have posted this about 3 weeks ago as I like to put a closing post to each trip. This brief read may seem a little dis-jointed but it’s a finish at least.

Looking back over the years it’s obvious that my enthusiasm for this blog has waxed and waned. You can almost see it as a graph with peaks, valleys, and plateaus. Some of my writing has been witty and creative while much of it has been more like straight forward reporting. Overall, I think I lost the passion for fueling this blog with more colorful posts awhile ago. As life changes, interests change. In saying that I feel like my future is heading towards a different kind of adventure, a fresh chapter, where travel may not be so much of a focus. I’ll stop short of saying I’m abandoning this blog but I am not sure how much more time and energy I will put into it. My audience is very small. Just a few I think and I kind of see it more as a public journal or shared notes so to speak. I’m toying with the idea of starting a new blog with a different approach, however, I am a bit put off by social media, the loss of privacy, and troll culture of the internet. We’ll see. If I do, I’ll post a link on this platform.

It was right about 10 years ago that I started this experiment so in some ways it seems appropriate to bring it to a close. Well, a soft close at least. It’s been a great ride and the journey has not stopped. I’ll always travel but there’s no need to get hung up on the persona of, “World Traveler and Thinker”, when life has so many cool things to offer. I’d like to thank those who have followed my trips over the years and I hope that it has inspired you to take a step, or leap, into to one adventure or another.

So, let’s get on with the rest of this post but first lets back up to England for a short bit.

It was a smooth boat ride from the Schilly Islands to Penzance on the coast of Cornwall. The boat arrived right on time. I checked into the hostel I had booked by the train station, dumped my pack, and went for an evening walk that turned into a pub tour.

I didn’t realize Penzance has some really good pubs. I’ve passed through Penzance twice before but didn’t have a chance to check out the town. The pubs are old, quirky, colorfully decorated, and all have a nautical theme to some degree. I kept each stop at a half pint until I ended up at the Turks Head for a proper full pint. Turks Head claims to have been established in 1233. The oldest pub in Penzance. It was there I had fish and chips along with the best real ale I’ve had in a good while. I felt it to be a fitting end in a way. I sense I won’t be returning to England anytime soon aside of a possible layover in London en-route elsewhere.

The next morning I rode the train to London Paddington, walked past a Pret Organic coffee to purchase healthy takeaway food, and enjoyed a nice picnic in Kensington Gardens park. The weather was perfect. I kicked back for awhile. Afterwards, I rode the tube to Heathrow to stay by the airport as my plane was due to leave relatively early the next morning.

Staying near Heathrow made for an exceptionally easy trip to and through the airport. I had a complimentary pass for the United Club with time to spare. My departure gate was literally right across from the entrance to the club. I was able to fill up on a nice breakfast before leaving. The trip home couldn’t have been easier. Everything ran on time.

I arrived home on July 3 and as usual immediately dived back into work but not for long. I am currently in Denver/Boulder, Colorado. I’m here just for a week to visit family and friends. I hadn’t seen my sister since my fathers funeral so in a way my visit is good for the grieving process which takes time. A quick road trip to Colorado just seemed like the thing to do right now before I get too carried away dealing with a mess of work I need to tend to at home. Plus, Houston is boiling right now. Temps around a 100 Fahrenheit with high humidity.

The Schilly Islands were really nice and special. I think I appreciate the time I spent there more back in the states than when I was there. I was lucky with the weather. Everyday was mild, if not slightly chilly, with clear blue skies aside of a little morning rain the day I left. A round trip to the Islands is a little pricey and you kind of have to plan for it but it’s worth it. Camping is the way to go unless you book into the one available hostel otherwise accommodation is expensive. I was quite happy camping and was glad I had the equipment to do so.

At this moment I’m in Denver. Aside of some seasonal afternoon thundershowers the weather has been nice. I’ve made it over to the trails of Boulder for a couple of runs and a couple of hikes. One of my personal traditions every year, while visiting this area, is to hike the Bear Peak/Bear Canyon loop from NCAR in Boulder via the Mesa trail. It’s a terrific hike with an honest stiff uphill trek rewarded by splendid views. Although I’ve seen Bears while hiking in Boulder I have yet to see one on this hike.

In a few days I’ll turn it back around and drive home to Houston. At first I’ll dive back into work. The challenge will be to clear space and make room for fresh things to happen. I’ll finish this post with a modern pop culture cliché, “It’s all good”.

June 30, 2018

Schilly Islands

Another day another Island. The Schilly islands are comprised of a number of Islands with five being considered significant on a small scale. All can be circumnavigated by foot in a day or less. It’s day four and I just finished walking around the Island of Tresco. I’ve been camped on the Island of St Mary’s in a large campground. It’s been very quiet but I doubt it will be that way much longer as the season is just about to start. In the last day the staff has been marking sites with painted lines in the grass and posting notices on picnic stating “No Fires”.

Each morning I’ve paid nine pound fifty pence, about $13 USD r/t, for a shuttle boat to a different Island to walk/hike all day. The boats are quite a racket when you consider a ride doesn’t last more than about 15 to 20 minutes and they are packed with about 50+ passengers. Do the math.

For the most part I’ve been a youngster on the shuttle boats. It’s been mostly the 60 and over yet relatively active crowd. I’m sure that’s about to change. I call the shoulder season the old folks season and the regular season, July and August, the screaming kid season. Old folks require a little patience but are congenial. Kids require a lot of patience and when you have no relation to them they can be downright annoying.

It all goes without saying that the islands are quite beautiful, lovely, and relaxed. The walking along the open moors, craggy coastline, or fern lined paths is pleasant and easy. The beaches are a blinding white sand. The water is blue and clear. The weather has been spectacular and with that there is always a view. However, I would avoid these islands under fowl conditions. They are very exposed and doing anything outside during bad weather would be fairly miserable.

It’s seems like most all of those visiting the islands are British. Everyone is nice, friendly, and in my opinion a bit more proper and polite than usual. Even the young guy, with colored hair and rotted out front tooth, who works at the campground, couldn’t be nicer. We had a nice chat the other day and in exceedingly polite fashion he explained how he was once knicked in London (jailed) but manages to stay out of trouble on St Mary’s.

I arrived on the Schilly Islands via small aircraft out of Land’s End Airport. Security is nothing more than a few questions. The plane seated 8 with one pilot. The pilot just turned around and addressed us in person before the flight. No need for an intercom. The flight only took about 15 minutes and needless to say was very scenic. I’ll ride the boat back which takes about 2 hours 45 minutes. They have a deal where if you sail and fly it’s only abut $13 USD more than taking the boat both ways.

Tonight will be my 4 night and tomorrow I’ll boat it back to the mainland. Since I won’t be getting back to the mainland until later in the evening I booked a bed in a 4 bed dorm at a small hostel in Penzance. On Monday, first thing in the morning I’ll take the train back to London for a night before flying back home to Houston.

June 25, 2018


From London it was a nice easy 5+ hours via train to Penzance which is located near the bottom of Cornwall, England. On the way I shared a table with a couple of London businessmen headed to Exeter to attend meetings for the day. One works in software. He recently left a government job after 19 years for the private sector. I made the comment that the change must have come with a nice pay raise. He laughed like he had just won the lottery.

It only took 2 hours to reach Exeter from London. After that I had the table to myself for the rest of the trip. I like a table as you get a better view without a seat right in front of you. Essentially you have a larger window. At Penzance I grabbed a few groceries and found the number 409 bus which would take me to the hamlet of Sanscreed where my friend Deb is taking care of a horse property for the week.

The bus was late but there was no problem meeting up with Deb. I asked to the dropped at the old church. From there Deb led me a short distance over a stone base stile with big gaps, across a planted field to another stile for a very short section of overgrown trail, then to a gravel drive. At the drive there is a stone house with attached guest house. Next to that is another stand alone guest house. In front of the home is a barn and small pasture for two horses.

Deb had sorted the stand alone guest house for me to stay in. It’s a one bedroom. The bedroom and bathroom is great but the living room is being used as a storage shed. There are cans of paint, tools, gas powered equipment, and rubber dingy, etc. She had all the windows open but it smelled like a garage with a boat. She only noticed a faint odor but for me it was the strong polyvinyl smell of a new looking dingy that bothered my nostrils the most. After a couple of evening beers I sniffed the place out again. It was still strong. I regrettably pleaded my case and was happy to sleep on the floor in the living room of the other guest house. I felt kind of bad because I know Deb put out effort to make a comfortable place for me to stay. The problem is I have always been sensitive to smells. Most of the time I just deal with it and don’t say anything but chemical smells bother me the most. Usually if I have an option out I’ll take it. For example, on more than one occasion I’ve asked for a different room in a hotel.

At the top of the property you can see the sea in the distance across open fields and moorland. When it’s beautiful and sunny, like now, it’s gorgeous. Otherwise, not so much. The days previous to my arrival had been pretty bleak with wind and a low gray cloudy mist. The skies began to clear with my arrival. Aside of some cold wind from the north, when I first got here, the days have been very nice with plenty of sun.

I arrived on the 20th. The next day was the Summer Solstice. Deb and I did a walk/hike to an ancient site where people lived up to around 200 A.D.,. From there we checked out an ancient well which is supposed to harbor some sort spiritual powers of healing or something. I assume it’s special for New Age types. A nearby tree had a lot of ribbons and stuff hanging on it like a shrine. From there it was a loop over a couple of moors that took us through farmers fields, public right of ways, overgrown trails, and country lanes.

Deb hadn’t expected her brother and sister in law to call. The weather forecast was stellar and they wanted to come up for the weekend. Deb suggested I take advantage of the weather and go for a walk along the coast for a couple of days. It made sense so I packed my pack.

I’ve already hiked the entire Southwest coast of England but one of the nicest sections runs along the Cornish coast. For day one I took a bus to St Just and walked to the coast where I picked up the path. I followed it down and around Land’s End past Portchurno to a campground near the village of Treen.
I pitched my tent for two nights with a view of the ocean to the south and a nice pub a short walk nouth. I camped next to a friendly couple with an impressive tent camp who were there for two weeks.

For day two I walked to the cliff edge just down from the campground. From there it’s nice hike down to an idyllic beach. The crux is when you get near the beach you have to down climb a rocky cliff section. It’s not difficult but requires attention. Due to the location with hike and climb the beach is not crowded and those who are there have the choice of wearing a swimsuit or not. I’d say it was about 50/50 with old guys you would really prefer to see wearing a suit not wearing one. I have no problem wearing swim trunks.

Seeing as how I was so into swimming in the Adriatic I figured I’ve have to give the English waters a go. In Croatia I could stay in for a good 30 minutes. In England? About 3 minutes if that. Anyway, I got in and out a couple of times and re-charged my sun tan.

After two nights it was time to hike further along the Coast Path to Newlyn. To be honest I didn’t sleep too well at the camp. I was comfortable in my tent and the place was nice and quiet but I have my warm weather sleeping bag which wasn’t cutting it for the middle of the night, next to the sea, in England. As I hiked to Newlyn the weather warmed up pretty good and the air was dry. My pace was good and solid but I wasn’t drinking enough water and I think the lack of sleep was having an affect. From Newlyn I turned off the coast to make my way back to Sanscreed. I got frustrated when I ran into overgrown public right of ways that would have kept me off a busy road. I then got a little irritable as I backtracked to walk along a busy road.

The one upside to walking on roads is that you can walk really fast. I made it to Sanscreed just fine but fatigued. Deb could see. She got me right again with a sandwich and large cup of tea. In the end it all worked out well. Aside of the cold nights I had an excellent walk along the coast and Deb got to spend some quality time with her family. It’s all good.

This morning I worked out a plan for the rest of my time in England. My only adventure today has been a quick bus ride into town to pick up some groceries. I’ve been happy to just hang out and not do much. I really enjoyed watching James Corden and Paul McCartney’s carpool Karaoke. Check it out on youtube if you haven’t. That’s the kind of stuff I’ve been doing today. Deb has been busy all day with a sick horse. She’s been working since 3 am. It’s 5:30 and she’s still going….. As with all trips this one has passed very fast. In a week I’ll be wrapping it up.

June 19, 2018

Belgrade > London

I only spent two nights in Belgrade. I had forgotten that most all museums in Europe are closed on Monday but I still managed to weasel into the Nicola Tesla Museum for a quick look. The cleaners left the door open and the guard didn’t seem to care. I only had one day in the city so I walked around and went to parks. The city, although kind of interesting, doesn’t really appeal to me. However, it’s definitely worth visiting.

From Belgrade I was set to fly Air Serbia to London. I was told it was easy to catch a bus to the airport from the central station which would cost 300 dinar. That’s approximately $3 USD. When I got to the bus stop area it was kind of confusing. It wasn’t really clear where the bus was supposed to arrive and depart. Numerous buses were constantly coming and going. There were buses on one side of the street, then the other side, and also over there. Of course I could have figured it out but I wasn’t in the mood for hassle. I kept getting conflicting information from people who couldn’t really speak English. I wandered in the direction of the taxis. That’s when a guy latched on to me. Where you want to go?

It was actually kind of refreshing in a way. One of the nice things about where I’ve been is that people really don’t hassle you anywhere. No one bothers you but on the other hand if you’ve traveled the world your kind of wandering why not. I mean shouldn’t these people be putting out a little hustle? It’s tough to make a living in this part of the world. Anyway, I had a good feeling about the guy. He wasn’t an official taxi driver but I liked his go get it panache. I asked how much? He asked, “Dinar or Euro”. I had some Euro so I said Euro. He wanted $20 Euro which I already knew was the standard foreign tourist price. He was ready to go. I didn’t want to mess with the bus off we went. I didn’t even bother to haggle over the price.

I normally always steer away from unofficial taxi drivers. Official drivers are bad enough when it comes to scamming and overcharging but my driver couldn’t have been better. He dropped me right were I needed to be and even checked flight status on the way. He helped make things easy for me and I felt good knowing I was helping the guy out. I think he was really happy to start the day with a 20 Euro airport run. That’s actually about what I’d expect to pay an uber back home.

To back up a bit, before the train the Belgrade, the night I spent in Bar prior to leaving Montenegro was good. I took a morning bus from Budva which gave me most of the day in Bar. I visited the old town and walked along the beach and waterfront. Not a bad place for a port town. Better than expected. Worth staying a night or two.

My hotel room in Bar was only $15 euros and great for the money. Very clean and well managed by a family living on premises. As a matter of fact everything in Bar was cheap. A good sized diner was $5 euro. I checked prices elsewhere that exposed what local Montenegrins really pay. Bar is not a tourist town for foreign tourists. But really, how does a business prosper by only charging $15 euro a night for a hotel room? The hotel was simple but very clean and well maintained with air conditioning, mini-frig, and plenty of hot water. I almost felt guilty as I did when I left the $10 euro a night apartment in Budva. Something doesn’t seem right. If you could even find a hotel for that price in America it would certainly be a horrible and scary place.

The fact is that making a living in Eastern Europe is tough. Tourism is seasonal and lots of people want to cash in on it. Some build legitimate hotels while others build out a room in their home and hang a sign out front. There’s plenty of accommodation everywhere which creates competition which drives down the price. With a glut of tourists in July and August the prices go up as places fill up. Outside of those months if you simply arrive inquiring they would rather sell you a room for something than have you leave and get nothing.

What puzzles me a bit is outside of life’s basics, food and shelter, name brand merchandise from abroad costs about the same as back home in the states. So, take an average worker who brings home $600 euro a month and you have to wonder how they make it. People are obviously poor but it’s not third world. Nobody’s starving and you don’t see a bunch of homeless people or anything like that. Aside of lots of ugly Soviet style concrete buildings and plenty of graffiti in the cities things look pretty good. There are some garbage issues here and there but for the most part it’s not that bad. People are resourceful and you see plenty of 1980’s Yugo’s still on the road. Still running!

My flight to London Heathrow today on Air Serbia was smooth and on time. Having passed through London on a number of occasions I’ve pretty much got it wired. I took the tube to Paddington where I collected my train ticket for tomorrow then walked less than 10 minutes to my hotel in Sussex Gardens. I quickly checked in, dumped my pack and changed into running clothes. A short 5 minute walk to Hyde park and I was off for a run. After the run I exited an entrance for a nearby a Pret Organic Coffee Shop where I purchased a healthy pre made salad and wrap for a picnic back in the park. I then returned to the hotel to wash up and get sorted. In the evening I went to a pub for a pint which is pretty much obligatory while in the city. Tomorrow I’ll catch a 10 Am train to Cornwall. I’m headed back to the sea. But this time the water will be much colder.

June 18, 2018

Bar To Belgrade Via Train

It’s considered one of the great European rail journey’s but locals couldn’t understand why I would want to take the train from Bar, Montenegro to Belgrade, Serbia. Buses are better and faster. 435 bridges, 254 tunnels, a climb of over 1000 meters into the mountains, and a crossing of the Mala Rijeka bridge which was the highest railway bridge in the world until 2001. If you like riding the rails there’s good reason to fork out 24 Euros for the 12+ hour journey.

I bought my ticket a week in advance but as I was told there’s not reason to. At the beginning I had a 6 seat compartment to myself as we rolled a short distance along the sea before turning east for the mountains and Skadar lake. As for the train condition goes it was ok. The carriages were kind of worn with graffiti on the outside. But the seats were comfortable. The dining car was for smoking and all they served was booze and bad coffee. Only one toilet worked properly. The other toilets leaked when flushed and smelled of rotten urine.

We reached Podgorica in a little over an hour and quite a few people got on but the train still had plenty of empty seats. A guided group of 15 got on. Their guide was from Macedonia and the people were from Western Europe and Canada. I’d get to know a few of them as the journey progressed.

From Podgorica the trains labors slowly over the mountains. The first part is the most scenic. I made sure to lookout for the Mala Rijeka bridge as I thought it was a highlight. Ironically the guided group was oblivious to the significance until hours later I mentioned it and showed them the photos I took.

The train meanders slowly upwards for quite while through numerous tunnels and exposed sections along the mountainsides. Some of the tunnels are several kilometers long. My eyes were focused out the left side window for most of the time until we reached the border with Montenegro where officials boarded the train and swiped everyone’s passport or EU id as we exited the country. After that we continued a couple of more kilometers to the Serbian border where they boarded the train, collected passports, disappeared for awhile and returned. All very easy. Another stamp.

The Mountains mellowed in Serbia and the skies turned cloudy but the countryside still looked pretty nice. The larger towns and cities tend to look a little ugly with old soviet style concrete building and graffiti. The smaller villages show some charm with a much more appealing concrete architecture.

As we neared Belgrade and flatter terrain I assumed the train would speed up but the exact opposite happened as the train had to stop numerous time at road crossing. I joked with other that we should get a group together and get out an push. I think the conductor actually had to stop and manually put down the crossing gate a few times. At least that’s the way it appeared. It was painfully slow at times.

The seemingly big wrinkle in the trip was that the train would not go as far as the Central Station. The reasons were unclear. Construction? A problem with the rails? A Serbian told me, “Politics”. The organized group of 15 and it’s leader were all in a tiff about about. We were told there was a tram right near where we would be dropped that runs to central. The group quickly decided they would have nothing to do with that and insisted to be taxied from there to their hotel. The guide wanted them to take the tram. The group demanded taxis. It all started to seem like a really big deal. The group was getting worked up. I began to wonder if I should be thinking taxi? Problem?

Well, traveling doesn’t always go the way you expect but things always work out. The train dumped us at a small poorly lit station on the outskirts of Belgrade. I hesitated for a moment but simply figured I’d try to find the tram. The saw the organized group of 15 on one side of the road. There were no taxis. A few backpackers and local Serbians stood on the other side of the road were some rails were. I met and talked with a young Belgian couple with backpacks. That’s what you do. Find other backpackers that can speak English and figure it out together what’s going one. Works every time. We needed tram number 3.

About 10 minutes later a tram, more like like a trolley car, appeared out of the darkness with a number 3. A single taxi had just picked up three people in the organized group across the street. Cars are small in this part of the world. I got on the tram with the Belgians, a few other backpackers and Serbians.

The tram was amazingly efficient. Much faster than the train and every bit as fast as a taxi. I chatted with the Belgians and before a I knew it we were at central station. When I got off the tram I met German couple who were also on the train. We were all figuring out where we needed to go to get to our various accommodations. The Belgians needede to walk that way over there and the Germans looked up my hotel on an app to help me get oriented. A short walk later I was where I needed to be for the night. They hotel was expecting me. Piece of cake. Problem? What problem? I had left Bar at 8:20 am and arrived at my location for the night at 10:00 pm. A long but good day. Things always work out.

June 15, 2018

After 5 Days In Budva

Budva. The name pretty much says it all but the five days I’ve spent here has been fine. Not bad, pretty good, but nothing special or great. However, the time has passed very fast. Aside of a day long boat tour I stuck fairly close to the town with walks, a few runs, and daily swims in the sea. I’ve taken the boat over to Hawaii, an island one mile off the coast, a couple of times to swim and enjoy the rocky shores. Yesterday I walked a good distance along the waterfront from beach to beach, resort to resort via road, promenades and a couple of tunnels.

The overwhelming majority of those visiting Budva are Russians. The downside is definitely the language barrier. I’ve had very little conversation with anyone aside of a father and son from the states whom I had first met on a ferry out of Split. They happened to be staying in Budva and we by chance crossed paths again last night. They seemed pretty eager to engage in easy conversation and invited me to join them for dinner.

The father and son are from Tucson, Arizona. The son has just graduated high school and the father at 62 is more or less retired. Both have the travel bug and a zest for adventure. They’re roaming around on a very loose plan. Our conversations covered all kinds of topics and the dad seemed to appreciate what I had to share with his son. It was as if I was kind of confirming what he’s already told his boy but sometimes things register and are heard a little differently when coming from someone else. His son strikes me as being very intelligent and carries himself very well. His goal is to be an Airline pilot. I have no doubt he will succeed in doing so. I told him not to get disappointed on his way to getting there. The road to success is often littered with disappointments along the way.

Although Budva has been a good stop I’ve been feeling a bit flat. One things that has really been lacking on this trip is meeting people I can easily communicate with on a regular basis. Over the fence, next to where I’m staying, under the grape and kiwi vines I heard a woman talking in American English on the phone with someone. I almost shouted over, “where are you from”, but I thought it would have been a little awkward. I assume she’s renting a room next door.

My accommodation has been great and by all means a bargain. The family who owns the property and live on premises have been super nice. The husband of the daughter speaks a little English. Good enough for very simple conversation. He told me how his wife’s sister lives in Boca Raton, Florida. They have been there twice and he really likes American doughnuts. He was calling them donkeys at first but when he showed me a photo on his smart phone I corrected him with a big smile.

The weather here has been ok but cloudy and overcast at times with a few thunderstorms. I think I had the right idea to bail from the mountains and head back to the sea.

Every evening I’ve been going on a walk along a path next to the water that passes bars, restaurants, clubs, shops, etc. There are lots of pretty women but don’t expect any eye contact. Russian woman carry themselves like fashion models. They don’t pose for a picture with a goofy smile. They portray a toughness that can be intimidating. Without a common language there’s no chance. I don’t think I could ever really see myself with a Russian lady but they make for easy people watching. I’m merely an observer here.

Budva offers some high end options but for the most part it’s a middle class resort town. Some would say it’s a little gritty but a little grit is what keeps things real. For me it’s a nice balance. It has something for everyone. It’s family friendly and very affordable if not downright cheap at times. One thing I must mention, that goes without saying, is that it is very beautiful here and the water is lovely and clear. You just may want to wander a bit to find the most desirable beach. Some areas are nearly spotless while beaches are kind of dirty. Forget about sand. It’s all rocks.

Tomorrow I’m off to the port town of Bar for my last night in the country. In some ways Budva has kind of grown on me but on the other hand I’m ready to get out of here. (Top Photo - Budva as seen offshore. Bottom photo - A nice spot on Hawaii, Montenegro where I swam).

June 12, 2018


The Miami of Montenegro is what they call it. For me it’s more like the Riviera of Montenegro. There are no Latinos but plenty of Russians. No Salsa but plenty of night clubs. It’s the seaside resort of Budva.

It’s almost a little tacky but not really. It was establish in the 4th century B.C. but aside of the medieval old town it’s a cluster of concrete mid rise buildings with balconies. Many are hotels. The place has panash, character, and is plenty busy. I can only imagine what it’s like in July and August.

When the guy told me 10 euro a night I thought it was going to be a bed in a dorm. Instead it’s a 3rd floor self contained small apartment with a terrace. At that price I paid for 3 nights and figured I would just leave if I didn’t like it. After sleeping very comfortably the first night I asked if I could stay a couple of more for 5 nights total. It’s a simple room. A little worn. Not exactly spotless but clean. It’s family run. The mother and father live in the front building. The daughter lives in the back building, where I am, on the top 4th floor. Really nice people. Good vibes.

Aside of Russians and Montenegrin’s I think most other travelers pass on staying in Budva. The beaches are gravel and little dirty and lacks a certain element I think Americans and Western Europeans look for on vacation but it’s not bad. The old town is buffed out nicely. The seaside promenade is packed with restaurants, vendors and such but it all seems to kind of work. I’ve seen much worse. The big upside is that you can get a lot for your money here. A large slice of excellent pizza costs $2 euro. An all day boat tour with stops along the way $12 Euro. $10 Euro for good accommodation. Well, to be honest I think $10 euro a night is way cheap for where I am at. I think I just got lucky and they gave me an off season local rate. However, rented monthly they would probably get half.

Today I took the $12 euro all day on a boat tour. We crawled long the coast down south to check out the sights and swim. Around noon we docked at the seaside town of Petrovac for 2 hours which I really liked. The beaches are much cleaner and the town quite chill. If I hadn’t landed such a nice deal in Budva I’d be staying in Petrovac. I enjoyed a nice short cliff side forested walk along the shore and one of the best Cappuccino's I’ve ever had. The Cappuccino set me back $1.70 euro. Actually $2 Euro. I tipped the guy 30 cents.

I’d say the boat today was a medium sized boat. I think it could take on about 50 passengers but all together I estimate we were a group of 35. The captain spoke a little English and was super nice and friendly. I must say the people along the coast are much more hospitable. Budva is a tourist town and the locals seem to get it here.

On today’s tour there was a really funny Russian guy. At first he was a bit over the top with his banter but drew laughs from others. He had a small video camera and kept filming himself and everything else as he narrated. He was a really up guy but his wife was a drag. Where he was all smiles and shirtless in his skimpy swim shorts ready to embrace the Adriatic sea his wife never cracked a smile as she sat stone face in her simple full length dress. Where is the man seemed to be evolving into a colorful funny old guy the wife appeared to be falling into the role of miserable babushka. He kept trying to get her into his frame of mind but she would have nothing to do with it. By the end of the day I kind of felt sorry for the guy. He obviously wants to enjoy his vacation but I am not sure he wife does.

For now I’m kind of in a holding pattern until Sunday. Until then I’ll spend my time along the Adriatic Coast. There’s enough to keep me occupied. On Saturday I’ll move down a little further south to the port town of Bar for my last night in Montenegro.

June 10, 2018


Zabljak wasn’t doing it for me. It was looking like another day of shaky weather so I got my stuff together and hopped a bus to Podgorica. The capitol city of Montenegro. I needed to stop there anyway to get a train ticket for later in the week.

I was on my game getting to Podgorica. Buying the ticket was a little tricky with the language barrier. People in Montenegro seem to have little patience and a short fuse. With pen and paper I wrote out date and time with city to city for the attendant. The woman’s voice grew louder as I didn’t understand what she was saying but intuitively sensed the message. I got it sorted and paid just before she was about to blow a fuse. I backed out of line with a smile and she seemed to relax and smiled back. Good to go.

For whatever reason I thought it would be a good idea to stay in Podgorica for a night. The abundance of Soviet Era concrete buildings, oh so lovely, should have been the first hint. The weird smelling hotel I checked into should have been a red flag. But the online hotel reviews were in the realm of “Fabulous”. I won’t bore you with another accommodation story. It’s fine for a night.

I asked the front desk what there was for a tourist to see. He said the city was not good for a tourist and that I needed to hire a taxi for 30 or 40 euros each way to get out of the city to see something. I asked for a city map and went for a walk.

On a Sunday the streets were completely empty and everything was closed. I saw three Canadian women walking around who I had met earlier at the bus station. They were killing time before a night flight to Sweden. We were the only tourists and pretty much the only people out on the streets. It was hot but not too humid. Fine for me.

The Canadian gals were kind of goofy fun and on a two week vacation. They weren’t too happy with Montenegro but really had a good time in Croatia. They were wishing they had spent all their time in Croatia. I was kind of feeling the same. We talked about going in on a taxi to see something somewhere but wandered into the Hilton instead for drinks and a light lunch. I hung out with them for awhile then decided I needed to see what the city had to offer.

Well, there’s a really nice Forest Park with some great paths for walking so I got in a good walk. The heat wasn’t bothering me. I then wandered over to a fairly interesting bridge and then to an impressive Orthodox Christian Church. I actually made something of the day but aside of that the town is kind of a pit. It’s not very pretty. People don’t seem very happy. If it were not for a good number of parks and the mountain backdrop the city would qualify as ugly. The upside for people living in Montenegro is that it’s a place where a person can make a living.

In the evening I went back to the Hilton for the top, 8th floor, sky bar. It’s a very nice bar. The view is great as long as you look beyond the leftover Soviet concrete housing in slow but steady decay which are still home to many.

A group of sharp dressed guys sitting just past the entrance of the bar looked like they could be mafia. I arrived wearing my best shorts, a decent shirt, and well worn lightweight hiking boots. I ordered a beer from the bar and headed outside for the view and sunset. Service was sub par to poor. I kind of got the impression that I wasn’t all that welcome. I also kind of felt like they didn’t want to be too friendly or provide too much service as they were above that. In a way by giving too much they would be losing face, self esteem, and pride. A $3 beer at a nice bar where I live is a good deal. For someone in Montenegro it’s quite expensive. Pride and esteem have an intangible value. When you are living in a country with unemployment around 18% and the average monthly salary around $600 USD you can see where moral might be an issue.

I began to feel like the waiter was either just very inattentive or avoiding me on purpose. I wanted another drink but paid and left.

I think the Soviet Era made a lot of people cold, hard, a curt in this part of the world. There seems to be a lot of that left in Montenegro. Regardless, there are always nice people everywhere you go and I’ve certainly met some in Montenegro but the country is definitely a mixed bag. More than anything right now Podgorica just doesn’t feel good to me. I definitely could have passed on it. I’ll be back on the coast tomorrow looking for good vibes.

June 9, 2018


The place was legit but I had a bad feeling. Not sure why I said I’d stay two nights as I handed him payment. No sooner than I gave him money I changed my mind but the guy had already run off. I assumed he was getting the change he owed me. Was he the owner or some guy posing as the owner? Regardless, no way was I staying. I guess it was the long bus trip and gloomy weather that had me not thinking clearly but my gut feeling was loud and clear.

I waited and looked for the guy but he had disappeared. I thought I may had just been scammed $50 euros. I waited a little longer. I then decided to consult with the accommodation across the street. The woman spoke ok English. I told her what happened. She said the man was shit. A gentleman overhearing my conversation with the woman told me to go to the police and I would get my money back. They didn’t want to get involved.

I went to the police station. The only person there was an older officer in another room with his back to the entrance sitting in a chair leaning against a wall. I walked up to a counter with a large clear glass barrier. I said hello rather loudly. I said it a few more times louder. The officer appeared to be deep asleep. I could not get his attention. He was out. I started to reconsider whether or not I wanted to get the police involved. The officer probably didn’t speak English. So, I left and went back to the to see if I could find the guy.

I finally found him and communicated I didn’t want to stay and wanted my money back. He refused to give it to me. We exchanged a few confused words not understanding each other very well due to language issues but he knew I wanted my money back. Finally, I just told him I was going to the Police and stormed off. I didn’t get far before he toned down and called me back. He handed me my 50 Euros. I walked off as he said something derogatory in his native language.

It was a slow 4+ hour ride in a packed bus to Zabljak, the town at the entrance of Durmitor National park. The altitude is higher, the air cooler, and the atmosphere is a world apart from the Adriatic cost. The economy is seasonal. Skiing in the winter. Hiking in the summer. Both seasons are a short 3 months.

The mountains and all around Zablijak are quite nice but I don’t much care for the town. The town itself is not that pretty. It’s a small mixed up stew of old and new. The old being run down concrete buildings with graffiti. The new being the sparkly shiny hotel in the center. About the only charm is as you leave town center towards Dumitor National Park where there are some chalet type homes with rooms and apartments for rent. That’s where I’m at. I’ve got a room in house. I am on the top floor of a home that is built out to accommodate guests with shared common area and bathroom. It’s run by a grandmother whose tow daughters come up from the city on weekends. The place has a good homey feel. I’m paying $15 Euro a night for 2 nights because I’m an American tourist. An Eastern European would pay $10 Euro. The family is very nice and the two daughters speak English. It’s an authentic experience for a couple of nights and safely away from the guy I had the run in with.

Last night it hailed, rained, and thundered. This morning didn’t look good but it cleared a little before clouding up, raining, and clearing again. I started off about 8:30 am to see what I could make of the day and met up with an older British couple heading up to the park for a hike. I was doing the same so we walked together for the day. Both are very fit. I thought the guy was around 62 but his actually age is 72. Both are runners.

We wound up making good use of the day as I think we picked the perfect walk for shaky weather. The hike started from a lake and went up to a valley just above treeline and a Shepherd's hut. The shepherd had canned beer for sale for 2 euro. There’s a broad open view of the valley and the clouds had cleared somewhat for the time being so we got some good photos. It was very windy and kind of cold so we found a nice spot behind a hikers shelter for a break. After that we retraced our steps back to the lake and walked the trail around the lake. All things considered it made for a nice day.

Interestingly enough I think one day of hiking here is all I want to do. Mainly because the weather is not that great and it’s still little early in the season, due to last winters heavy snow, to do some of the higher more interesting hikes. I was really enjoying being by the coast so tomorrow I’m going to head back towards the Adriatic sea. Sometimes you never before a trip as to exactly how you will want to spend your time. I am more in the mood for warm weather, consistent sun, and salt water that fickle mountain weather. Nonetheless I needed to check it out.

June 8, 2018

Kotor - Montenegro

When I arrived in Kotor a little after noon I quickly figured out I’d have to hoof it to find a place to stay for a couple of nights. Tourist information was not very helpful but pointed me in the direction of the bay. Yes, somewhere by the bay would be nice. My Lonely Planet guidebook recommended I check a place on the way.

With time on my side I figured I’d stick with the Rick Steve’s rule of when you show up and have options check three places. The first place I checked was a hotel. When I approached the lobby a woman in a white dress shirt and black leather plants sat at a coffee table with a poker faced man with dark skin and black hair. Both were smoking a cigarette. I asked if they had a room. The woman with a very thick accent, that sounded Russian, said yes. How many nights? I said 2. She showed me the room. It was perfectly fine for $30 euro a night but I was still thinking I should look by the bay.

There’s plenty of accommodation by the bay but you need you need a phone. A lot of the rooms are located in buildings where the manager doesn’t reside. You call and they show up. Anyway, the second place I found was what I had in mind but only available for one night. The third place was kind of weird. When I knocked on the door an older man and younger man, who may or may not have been the son, answered the door. The younger man was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underwear. They had a room but I wasn’t too interested. So, I figured it was back to the hotel with woman in black leather pants.

On the way back I stopped at a hostel for grins and it was packed with kids. Yep, I am officially at the age where I can call college aged people kids. Why? Because they are. The brain doesn’t fully develop until 25. Anyway, The manager was a super nice and friendly young local guy who spoke really good English. It was worth the stop just to talk with him about the area. He informed me that they had another building where I could get a nice quiet single for $25 euro. He showed it too me but couldn’t confirm that the room was available until his boss got back. I waited awhile for his boss but knew the first place I looked at was good so I might as well grab it while I could.

When I returned to the first place it looked even better and the owner/manger couple turned out to be super nice and friendly. Home for two nights. I dumped my stuff and went for a hike up the old town fortress wall built up into the mountainside. Pretty amazing.

Kotor is quite stunning aside of the very busy main road. Steep rocky mountains with exposed cliffs surround and rise above a salt water bay. The old town, although not as big as Dubrovnik, is just as impressive. Maybe more so in regards to how the city wall is built up high behind the city on a mountainside. My hotel room has a balcony with a wonderful view of it all.

The 10 am bus trip from Dubrovnik was a little long due to border crossings but quite comfortable. The bus was only about ¼ full and very comfortable. I got a couple of more stamps in my new passport which is always kind of fun.

Today I went for an excellent hike up a trail that climbed over 3,000 feet above the valley. There were tremendous views and a nice forest stretch. What’s so nice about Europe is that often times the trail you are walking is an ancient donkey path or something of the sort that leads to a village. The trail I hiked today led to a village and roadside restaurant with an incredible view. I stopped and had a lovely omelet with coffee. I then walked along the road about ½ mile to another village and an airy zipline high across a valley. I did the zipline and descended another trail to join up a little lower to the one I ascended. I saw just a few other hikers so I talked to everyone. A German girl on her own, a Finnish couple, and a British couple. I also meet a couple of young girls who had a map on a smart phone which was very beneficial because I couldn’t find a map anywhere in town. Anyway, not sure where they were from but I’d like to thank them.

At this point I’m picking up the pace. Tomorrow I’m headed to Dormitor National Park. There’s supposed to be some incredible hiking there. I’m on the 11:18 direct bus to Zabljak. So far Montengro feels much more cultural and a tad bit exotic. The people appear more vibrant and come across more outgoing and friendlier than Croatia.