Mystical Montenegro

There’s something mystical and exciting about gliding silently between fjords into a strange, new land as the sun comes up.

 
It”s so quiet and I can hear the birds on shore. They are as excited with the new day as I am to be sailing into perhaps my most anticipated port of the whole voyage – Kotor, Montenegro.

Ken marvelled only yesterday at cocktail time how the Adriatic shone like a million diamonds in the sun, and I had been out photographing from the promenade deck trying to capture the colour of the sea.

Now we sail into what could be Norway or Milford Sound with an early morning eeriness and an expectation of what a sunny day and a mysterious port can bring.