28th August 2010
|Old stone fishermen”s cottages on the little island of Sveti Stefan, now an Aman Resort in Montenegro|
|Edmundo and our driver, Ivan|
We followed the Russian around single track mountainous roads to the other border crossing where waiting time in the queue was more reasonable. We drove along barren mountainsides of harsh karst rock stretching down to a sparkling green sea, but inland, there was a greener beauty with hills of olives, vines and tall cypress scattered randomly in unison or in profusion across a landscape creating a wonderful picture-book vista. Sun beds by the thousand adorned stretches of beach for Europeans to come and bake. I felt shrivelled to a crisp just looking down at them as we sped past.