Crossing into Montenegro at night was a good rush, screaming up a long pot-holed dusty road which never seemed to end with some Balkan folk music blasting from our speakers . . . And we had arrived in the worlds newest nation.
When we rose in the morning we headed straight up the mountains to visit the famous Mausoleum. It was a loooong curvy drive and the little alpine villages with cabins were only a stones throw away from the rest of Europe but it felt like we were a world away.
The views from the Mausoleum were just incredible and the hills bombs back down were just as thrilling. After spending the day in the mountains we picked up some Russian back packers who were hitching there way about and headed down to Budva and the coast. Somehow we snuck past security into this 5 star hotel on a little island just south of Budva and MJ took a sun setting swim with some suspicious looks from guests from the high priced hotel. Night fell and we met up with my little sister and my homie Pete from Oz and jetted to the placer they were staying. It was out of town and Pete was staying there for 2 euros a night camping in their front yard, this would be home for a few days. My sis and Pete also adopted a little cat which they found.