Botched Flag.

Germany's flag is black, then red, and then gold.

Backseat.

Kristoffer, from Norway, and Mariella.

Covers.

Steve and Mariella, hanging out at Lake Skadar. The sun was pretty hot so Mariella used her scarf to cover her head...fake muslim.

Gypsy Dance.

This was really sad. The young boy just came up to us and started dancing to "entertain" us for money. I kept shooing him away, because I didn't want to encourage him. Later on, we saw him collecting left over drinks and drinking them.

The Mark Of A Man Is A Moustache!!!

This fella is from Turkey....I tactfully went up to him and asked if I could photograph his 'stache! His friend took le photo.

Fabio!

So I asked him about his hair maintenance...he straightens it. Of course, he is Italian, but is actually a really nice guy. He worked at l'hostel.

Commiserations Bayern!

After watching Bayern Munich lose the UEFA championship to Inter Milan.

FOOD!

Enjoying cheap seafood with Mariella, meine Deutsch friend.

Poser.

Montenegran Coast.

Steve, a friendly Aussie...shocking.

Night Out In Kotor.

Singing along to karaoke...Balkan pop style!

Road Rules.

My face is over exposed, but I like the creepy faces hiding in the back.

Oh, Bruno!

It was amusing to watch Bruno, from Portugal, running around in his tiny bathing snapping away with his schfancy camera.

Montenegran Road Trip.

My favourite Viking.

Emma, my favourite Swede. She was tres nice and curious. I loved her for her fanny packs and multiple little purses.

Deep Fried Goodness!

The best clamari I've ever had.....and probably the cheapest.

Hot Stuff.

Speedos. The beach uniform of choice for men of all ages in Eastern Europe.

Safety First.

I've been eating lots of candy recently. My sweet tooth is back with avengence. So, I was entertaining myself with these little dino candies whilst driving, yum yum yum...I swear, I didn't crash!

Budva.

I Have A Sick Mind.

Standard, Why Not?

So, I was sick of Eastern European transport that takes 24 hours to get somewhere 6 hours away, and had read that the best way to see Montenegro was by car...so I rented one...a standard! I have driven a standard less than a handful of times. Chris G's car in first year university (oooh, the eagle, I remember stalling in front of the scuz!) and Russ' beat up old volvo. But glad to say that I didn't crash, I did stall, and I made it alive with one hell of a story that has to be told in person, nothing to do with a car, but a sketchy sketchy Spaniard.

No Love.

So, I went to this monastery in Cetinje that still has Orthodox monks living in it. Apparently it has St. John the baptist's hand in it. I was trying to see it and noticed some guy praying at an elaborate box. There was a monk overseeing things who asked me where I was from and then promptly closed the box and left. At that point I asked someone else to see the hand, and I was escorted to the souvenir store and wasn't allowed to see anything else :( No love for the Canadian muslim...they sensed me.

Cetinje.

The old capital of Montenegro.

Stray Dogs Heart Me?!

This stray dog decided to be my companion in Cetinje. He followed me around all day, even up a hill to a look out point/grave, and patiently waited outside the monastery! Smart, but mangey dog.

Strolling.