Having dispensed my largess on the BiH economy, I headed for Dubrovnik via an indirect route that only the locals and the Dutch use. The Dutch are great travellers and get everywhere with their caravans. When everyone else gives up, the Dutch will find a way. There is a good chance that the Mars Rover will come across a few of them roaming up there. Still lots of evidence of hard times in the past and people look fairly poor round here. This is where all the old VW Golf Mark 1 s have gone to ret
What could have been a relatively straight forward drive along the coast turned into a more interesting and very much wetter ramble through the villages in the mountains behind the strip of land that surrounds Dubrovnik. But it was very soggy affair and I was glad when I popped over the pass to see that Dubrovnik had it's own supply of sunshine to dry me out.
I was last here about 10 years ago when I was delivering a yacht from France and I had forgotten how beautiful the city is…even if it is mobbed with tourists. weirdly, it still managed to rain while the sun was shining and the sky was blue….go figure.
Imagine having your marriage ceremony here? This couple got a big cheer from the crowd but the official wedding photographer had a tough time trying to shift unwilling tourists out of her shots.
I was in two minds as to whether to quit and stay overnight but then decided to move on south to Montenegro. This is the first border where my papers were given more than a cursory check. Every vehicle in the queue ahead of me was searched and I thought bugger this….I didn't fancy unpacking the panniers and neither did the border guards so they waved me on. Result.
I headed on to Kotor bay and parked myself in very nice 'apartment' overlooking the bay with my very own terrace…all for 30 euro. A bit of a splash out but the clouds were gathering again and I have had enough sogginess for one day.
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