NOTES FROM MONTENEGRO (June 2018)
You may think that after you experience Italy and Greece, you truly experience the south. You may also think that if you know Croatia, you know the Balkans. Wrong and wrong. But if you go just a little further south from Dubrovnik, you can discover the land of endless possibilities. Montenegro is full of surprises and culture shocks. Welcome to the Balkans.
Our first stop – Podgorica. The ain international airport of Montenegro is truly pocket-sized. There was a taxi driver waiting for us in the arrival hall, holding a sign with my name in his hands. And I felt like a princess or a celebrity. This was the first and the last time throughout the vacation that I felt this way. From this moment onwards, I felt either like Alice in Wonderland or like a piece of meat – especially so when older Russian men on the beach tried to explain to me, that if my boyfriend is not on the vacation with me, I should definitely find me a new one. And yes, the new boyfriend was to be found amongst the older Russian men. Thanks, but no thanks.
(The food there is incredible. Ten points to Montenegro.)
You are swimming in the Adriatic Sea, you can arrive to the airport with your I.D. instead of your passport and the official currency is the Euro. It is very easy to forget this is not the EU. But the Montenegrins are happy to remind you – by little things like packing your groceries in four separate plastic bags without asking or by having absolutely zero trash bins for recycling. And if you fail to notice these little things, you might just be reminded when you want to buy tickets for the bus (which are more expensive if booked and paid in advance or at the station, but for some reason cheaper when paid on board) or when you realize it takes two bus drivers to get you to your final destination which is only 30 minutes away. But to be fair, this weird regime is probably inspired by Greece, where it took three bus drivers to take us from one town to another.
When I think about it, most of the truly “Balkan” experiences come from riding the bus or the taxi. We never used the train because there are two railways in total in this country, and neither was useful for our journey. I will never forget worrying bout my life, when the driver took us fast and furious through the scary curves and turns of the mountain road. After and hour of jumping up and down on the last seat of the bus, my smart watch informed me that I have made my goal of 10.000 steps. Funny, since I only had about 6.000 when I got on the bus.
(Fantom of the Balkans)
But turning into a schnitzel by all the bumps we hit on the road is still better than getting stuck in a bus that just doesn’t want to work. On one of our trips the driver took a shortcut and instead of going over the hills he took us through a brand new tunnel. We probably ran out of gs somewhere in the middle of the tunnel. The road in the tunnel was going slightly downhill, so we were able to go through it – the bus was running on fumes by then. But after we left the tunnel, the road started to rise a little again. That’s when trouble began. We continued for a few more seconds towards the gas station. By then the bus was going very slowly until it stopped for good – a few meters away from the nearest pump. The driver tried to get the engine running again. Without any luck. He went outside and returned a couple of minutes later with a worried face and a favour to ask. He needed three strong man to push the bus.
Three “strong” men indeed jumped out of the bus and started to push. But a bus full of people is not exactly a lightweight. In the end all male passengers had to help and together they were finally able to push the bus all the way to the gas station. The gentlemen got back to their seats, the tank got filled up and I was relieved that we hadn´t had to spent the night in the middle of the Montenegrin nowhere eating nothing but chips and Pepsi from the gas station.
(This piece of art is called: Three Strong Men Are Pushing The Bus)
And all of that happened to the sound of Balkan musical hits with breath-taking lyrics such as “Oh God, where are you, Oh God, who is with you, Oh God.” Montenegrins sure love their music because it was playing absolutely everywhere.
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