Budva

Day 1

After the terrifying and stiflingly hot bus ride from Sarajevo to Ostrog, we somehow ended up with a private AIRCONDITIONED bus to take us to our next destination, Budva!  

Stopped on the way for a photo of Budva, which looked lovely from all the way above on the hill.  Little did we know that when we got to the area where our hotel was situated (NOT within the city walls) it would be a dump, with rubbish, a horrid smell, and garish, trashy tourists. It struck me as The Kuta of the Montenegrin Coast.

The Old walled town itself is quite pretty, and within its walls we found a fantastic eatery called Juice Bar, which wasn't a juice bar at all,  but a cafe/restaurant which sold healthy, tasty food as opposed to the greasy fare served up in all the other tourist restaurants. 


Day 2
Got up early and had breakfast at our hotel before setting off for a boat trip around the Budva Peninsula and Sveti Stefan.

Unfortunately the boat we were on had hordes of rude Russian tourists who pushed and shoved to get to the seats, and were wearing most inappropriate outfits for a morning seaside trip.  I have never seen so many sparkly thong bikinis (on young, old, big and small alike), brash D&G belts, sequinned evening bags, diamonte heels, chavvy hoop earrings, and frost lipsticks and eyeshadows circa 1982 in my life. And I never wish to again.

Thankfully we disembarked at Sveti Stefan and wandered around (you cannot go on the island, which is unfortunate) and had a splash on the pebble beach.