Travel Europe | #11 Postcards from Montenegro

Travel Europe | #11 Postcards from Montenegro

I finished my job in Bosnia and planned to cruise around the Balkan coast. Montenegro somehow seemed to fit the description for a cheap, relaxing and exotic destination to hang out for the rest of the summer before leaving Europe.

Cheap, yes. I could go on for days replicating the same cuisine style in Sarajevo, wine and dine on Turkish coffee (well not exactly wine), burek, cevapi, and soup for a few euros. Relaxing, of course. I’ve never spent my entire vacation at the beaches before. Exotic yes. Any place not well-known on tourist radar is exotic to me and pretty much everywhere in Eastern Europe.

Montenegro on one hand resembled a ‘civilized’ European country.  I could pay with Euro anywhere (Montenegrins don’t have their own currency and conveniently choose the EUR.) I could manage my way around with my limited Serbo-Croatian, Bosnian, Montenegrin or whatever name you want to call the language spoken by these people. Some Montenegrins were able to hold a simple conversation in English. Things appeared to be running on schedule. On the other hand, the country borderline madness the further I travel to its infamous neighbor, Albania. But this is another story.

2006

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