The day felt like two, there was a clear divide in the light and the night. In the day I enjoyed a hike up to the ruins behind the old town. Featuring at the top of the photo is Hattie, Richard’s Trilby that got left behind. The landscape is rugged, I could really see why the country was a derivative of The Black Mountain.
The evening proved eye opening. Slobodan introduced me to the daily political life of a Montenegrin. Stories of police juggling live firearms in night clubs, bribery, extortion and the government forcing your hand by taking your livelihood and threatening your family unless you acted favourably to what they dictated. This is the first open political corruption that I have been exposed to and for a state that claims it wants to join the EU it is startling.