Things have gotten pretty busy, well, it’s August after all. But since our day starts early and the crowds arrive late morning, we usually manage to avoid the rush. Evenings, however, are bustling. We decided to take a walk out to the Monastery, which some locals claim has both a mystical aura and great energy. At certain times of the year, by invitation only, you can even sleep around the courtyard. It was about a 40-minute walk, with the final 10 minutes winding through a pine canopy down a gentle set of steps. Although we’ve seen far more stunning ecclesiastical buildings, there was definitely something serene and calming as we walked up to the building and wandered around, enjoying serene views across the bay.
Along the coastal walkway, we’ve found a nice restaurant where it’s easy to lose track of time watching the smiling crowds stroll by. While we haven’t done too much here in Herceg Novi, it’s been easy living, and we’ve really enjoyed it. After nearly three months in Montenegro, it’s time for us to leave. When we arrived, Radenko advised that we would need to leave around midday to make our 6 pm return flight. We quickly realized that wasn’t an option, so we arranged through our host to charter a boat. We got to the dock where the boat was waiting, and after loading the luggage on board, we headed out into the bay, navigating some pretty choppy waters, which we weren’t used to. The trip took us back past Donja Lastva and the Port of Montenegro, with many super yachts anchored outside as the port was packed. After about a 30-minute crossing, we pulled alongside the dock, unloaded the luggage, said our goodbyes, and off we went.
Unfortunately, my efforts to secure a cab failed, so we had to walk the 15 minutes from the doc to the terminal, arriving soaked (we’ve agreed to go down to one suitcase next trip; it’s always challenging on move day… I don’t need much anyway 😂). The airport handles as many private flights as commercial ones, so it was busy, but we made it through with about 45 minutes to spare before takeoff. Landing in London, I received a text informing us that our train and all subsequent trains in our direction had been canceled. By the time I got to the car rental agencies, it seemed everyone had had the same idea to get home. Abandoning all hope of reaching Huntingdon that night, we booked a night at the Bloc Hotel in the airport, which despite its small footprint, had been ingeniously designed, spotless, and we never felt cramped.
Dream Chasers 