Time to move on again!
Today’s drive took us through the very poor township of Rijeka Crnojevica to see an old bridge that was highlighted in Gitti’s travel guide.
The narrow road passed some spectacular views of Skada Lake, but it was a challenging drive for Hermann. When faced with an oncoming car, either or both cars needed to find a wider section of the road to pull into whilst the other edged its way carefully past. At one point, I commented that you wouldn’t want to drive a camper van along this road. Then Hermann pointed out that the bitumen in the section of road we were now driving along was built up so high, it would be very difficult, if not impossible, to pull off to the side if one had to pass an oncoming car. On one side, was a fairly steep drop and on the other, the side of the mountain.
Hermann pulled over to the right as far as he possibly could (fortunately, we were on the mountain side of the road!). Then the camper van slowly edged its way forward, at one stage making contact with our car — I’m not sure if there are any marks on the car, as I haven’t yet checked it, but Hermann is fairly confident that there was no damage. Somehow, the van managed to squeeze past without falling down the side of the mountain. Hermann had to break off a large stick growing amongst the prickly bushes next to the car to avoid scratching the car before we manoeuvred back on to the road. (Our tyres were as far over as they could go without slipping off the bitumen ledge.
The long, winding road extended for more than 30 kilometres, and so we were much relieved when it fed into the main highway that took us through to the coast, passing through quite a long tunnel for which we had to pay a €2.50 toll. The traffic crawled slowly through the coastal towns where holiday makers were flocking to the beaches. We’re not sure whether it was typical of traffic conditions every day in summer, or whether it was particularly busy being a Saturday.
Finally, we arrived in the large town of Ulcinj and found our way to our hotel overlooking the town. The small rooftop park is accessed directly from the street, and then you have to walk down several flights of stairs to the reception area.
Our exploration first took us up to the old town. I was disappointed to find that it primarily consisted of expensive hotels and restaurants. Just outside the bottom of the old town, we paid a deposit on a boat tour for Monday. We meandered back to the hotel, stopping to buy a 6-litre bottle of water which I lugged back up the hill. This is the first place where we’ve been advised not to drink the water.
After a refreshing dip in the hotel plunge pools, we went out for dinner, each couple choosing to go to a different restaurant — Gitti & Hermann wanted to eat more fish whilst Michael and I opted for the less expensive chevapi and fried chicken. After our meal, we wandered through the streets of town. The place was buzzing with activity — shops selling souvenirs, ice creams, pancakes, jewellery and toys; and street vendors selling balloons, toys, etc. Bars and restaurants were pumping out music, giving the whole area a vibrant holiday vibe.
Photos taken, it was time to hike up the road (the long way) back to our hotel. Just before turning in, we heard the Muslim call to prayer booming out from the nearby mosque. We drifted off to sleep with the muffled sound of thumping music coming from one of the nearby night clubs.