I woke up here and watched as the sun crept over the mountains to my left. as the sun broke cover the temperature started to rise and the smells of citrus and Rosemary drifted up to the balcony. Within an hour I was in the sea swimming among shoals of silvery fish. Back for a breakfast of strong black coffee and giant pastries.
Later that morning we headed of for a day out. This is Perast, a small sleepy village with an amazing history. The inhabitants repelled a fleet of 6,000 North Africans and in doing so secured for themselves the protection and support of Venice, in time the local seamen were commissioned to act as special military force to the council of Venice.
Now there is not much to even hint at these past glories, however the small island to the right is a testament to the spirit of these villagers. It is a totally man made island with a church built upon it in 1452.
What the village boasts now is a fabulous Hotel Conte and view to die for.
That was a mid morning coffee and liqueur taken care of.
On wards and upwards.
Check the mountain to the rear of the photo, if you look close you will see a mini Great wall not of china but of Kotor. This is a charming old town with many old palaces and wealthy merchant houses that once housed the most powerful and richest families of there time, now however they house restaurants and souvenir shops designed to relieve the cruise liner tourists of their overflowing pocketfuls of cash.
I wonder did the tourists loose more pounds walking up the couple thousand steps to the monastery on the top of the mountain or in the shops selling tat in the old town square?
Anyway they cant complain when they climb back aboard this little run around moored in the marina
After lunch we then headed off to the swankiest resort on the coast, where the Rouble is king (or Czar).
This was such a difference from the rest of the places we had seen this day that it made us wonder if we were in the same country. Still a bottle of Prosseco in a nice bar with more amazing views was one way to kill a few hours that I could very easily get used to.
Then back to town for a moonlit meal on the marina. The seafood platter of the day for one consisted of 2 sea bream, white bait, squid, octopus, deep fried mini flatfish and what can only be described as a dollop of caviare the size of a snooker ball!
If you look closely you can just make out the silvery shapes of tomorrows "catch of the day".
Then it started all over again the next day!
I think I could get used to this.
Back to old blighty and greeted by the worst wind storms in 25 years .....GREAT!
(Can anyone tell me where I was?)
