A lazy morning for once. Up at 8 and wrote lots of the previous entry as I ate free muesli for breakfast. That was a nice treat. I took my dirty clothes to a laundry as they opened at 9. I then came back, packed my stuff and wondered out of the old town to find a bike shop in the new. I found Omega bike and got a “new” (raggedy looking) inner tube, just in case. I then picked up some snacks from a Konzung supermarket including a huge cheesecake milka bar which I ate all of (2000 calories!) and some bread, salami and cheese, which was supposed to save me money and be my dinner this eve. As it turned out I ate them 3 hours ago and am getting linguine at a campsite as I write this, so no money saved there.
Today has (touch wood) been an issue free day for the most part, though some are looming. I went back to the hostel and met a Canadian girl in the common room. She was very interested and impressed with my trip. I chatted to her for a while and some other peeps, then went to get my washing, took a last, cursory look around the city, bought a postcard and returned to the hostel. I got ready to go, wrote and posted my postcard, filled my water etc., said goodbye to the Canadian, then returned to my bike. It hadn’t been stolen.
After some quick maintenance a man very kindly helped me carry it up some steps and I was off. I cycled out of the city mostly following the main road between the cliffs and the sea, with a couple of detours. The weather was wonderful, and I at last got the Game of Thrones-esque view of the city I had been waiting for yesterday. I followed this road for many kms, zooming along in the sun, being so happy my feet were dry (even if the hostel workers had thrown my shoes in the bin earlier because they thought they were trash).
I peeled off into a heavily wooded valley full of tall Mediterranean cypresses. At around 5 I reached the border between Croatia and Montenegro. It was a proper border crossing this time. I prepped my beeline, my passport and my complaining bowels (from the milk and the cheese of the morning) and powered through the checkpoints with no incident.
Country 10: Montenegro
I was in Montenegro at last. The area just beyond the border was pretty built up, and I followed the main road through the town for about 25km looking for a campsite. I found one around 6. They found me a tiny plot behind a car and, miracle of miracles, they had wifi! I went to the bathroom, then figured out my beeline wasn’t taking me along Eurovelo 8. My route took me to Podgorica, not on the main route at all. Fuck it. I’ll go. The hostel looks nice (and cheap). I put up my tent. The main pole is making worrying noises now, and the whole thing slopes. I don’t know how much longer it will last. Ah well. It’ll last tonight I think. I took a shower, went to a restaurant just next to the campsite, by the bay, got linguine and a beer and wrote this.
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I sat by the water for a while, organised my photos, emailed grandpa, and went to bed.
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