Once upon a time…two guys were climbing a castle in the ancient town of Kotor, Montenegro.
They saw weird things like huge cruise ships in tiny bays.
But could see a lot from the top.
And half way down.
One of the boys got bored of Kotor and buggered off on a bicycle to cycle along the coast to Albania. He saw many things. Like a beautiful beach where he could lie around in 25 degrees (in OCTOBER).
But he also so some stupid people making plastic bonfires.
Because he is sometimes lazy, he doesn’t cycle very far at all. He slept next to the beach in an abandoned camp site where the caravans were left to die. But he borrowed the wifi from the nearby restaurant that stretched an impressive 200 metres to his tent and played games all night.
The next day he cycled a lot. He went to some other ancient town called Budva but as he already went to KOTOR he was unimpressed and instead liked to look at the island.
After he decided that Albania was too close and he wanted to visit the capital of Montenegro, Podgorica. But to get there you have to cycle over a big hill (MOUNTAIN).
Many things were on the mountain including colourful beehives next to the road.
And more mountains.
Sometimes too many mountains is really annoying because then there is nowhere to camp. But luckily he passed a nice big unfinished for sale concrete building at the side of the road.
And slept in there.
He wanted to make a seat from all the bricks. But a police car came and stopped next to the building for two hours and he thought a policeman seeing a guy in a brick armchair might be a bit weird. So he made dinner went to sleep and then left to Podgorica. It was kind of ugly though.
But it had cycle paths.
And the worst museum he had ever visited with really basic descriptions of things.
He left a couple of days later and past the huge beautiful lake spanning to Albania.
He never saw any otters though.
He wanted to go through a tunnel to the Mediterranean but they said no bicycles go over the mountain. So he had to climb back over the really high mountains again to get to the coast.
But the view when he saw the sea was lovely.
Then he waved goodbye to the last big town on the coast.
And pedalled off into the strange land of Albania…
Jug.
Or as it would say in Glasgow
Artisan hewn ancient relic of post roman era,
origin – barras.