An overdue update
As I mentioned on Facebook I dropped my phone
in the toilet. I thought that the toilet light wasn't working
(apparently it was) and I was trying to use my phone as an urination
illuminator. I must've jabbed at it rather vigorously and propelled it
into the toilet. The stupidest thing was that in my inebriated state I
continued to make toilet for a good few seconds before the wires in my
head connected and realised that this was a not a good idea. I picked up
my now rather sodden, disgusting phone and looked at the screen. It was
putting on a rather colourful flashing display as if it wanted to die
in a spectacular fashion. After this show it faded to nothing and would
not turn back on. Paya wisely suggested not trying to turn it back on
and putting it in a bag of rice. Unfortunately I am not a wise man and
did neither of these things. I have since bought another phone (of the
Windows variety obviously) but have never had both phone signal and WiFi
at the same time so cannot gain access my Google blog. Ah well, here is
a write up of some things that have happened:
I think the last thing I wrote about was the rather wet cycle that we did up to the monastery, so I will start from after that. The nest day we cycled from the capital Podgorica to Budva. We said goodbye to Nino, who worked in the hostel, with plans to meet with him again when we returned in a few days time. The cycle to Budva was really fun, the small mountain road snaked alongside a massive lake, and the lack of cars made for a relaxing ride. We had fish soup for lunch with cheese ‘that my mama makes’. The final climb before Budva was long, sweaty, and Paya had to push his bike some of the way up. Generally I cycle ahead of Poya and Paya on the uphill climbs. I think this is due to my thinner tires and the fact I don’t have a penchant for consuming an unholy amount of cigarettes. Although I should probably chalk it up to my supreme fitness and unrivaled manliness. In their defense cigarettes are very cheap here. The downhill into the city was great fun as always, with only a slight sketchy moment when I had to fit through quite a small gap between a cow and a passing lorry. Budva was a much more touristy city compared to Podgorica: it housed inflated prices, loud beach clubs, and scantily clad women trying to lure you into restaurants with the promise ‘I’ll be your waitress’ (who knows what that might lead to? Perhaps a salad?). It wasn’t for us and we only stayed one night. Although I did have a great time zooming around on a hired jet ski and it took all my courage not to go and sit alongside the children in the 7D cinema. From the pictures I ascertained that the extra dimensions were jerky chair movements, bad special effects, and disappointment. There was an 8D cinema as well but I didn’t want my mind blown.
The cycle to Kotor was short. On a nearby beach SeaDance festival was happening and we happily cycled passed a traffic jam that must’ve lasted at least 7 miles. The journey ended with a mile long tunnel that was awful to go through: it was loud, the path was really thin, and I hit my foot on a protruding plastic thing that I can only assume was imperative to the tunnel’s functionality. The Old Town in Kotor is a car free, cobbled city full of beautiful old buildings and a plethora of stray cats. We loved it there and stayed three nights. As soon as we arrived in the hostel shots of Rakia were forced into our hands and we proceeded to get very drunk. Later I dropped my phone in a toilet (did I mention that?). During our time in Kotor we cycled to a monastery 5,000 ft above sea level from which you can see 80% of the country. It was tiring and on the descent Poya fell off his bike, fortunately he managed to do a very impressive forward roll over his handlebars and did not fall off the mountain (I would’ve probably led with that news if he had fallen off the mountain). On a good day you can see Italy; we could not see Italy. The day after we went on a rather more sedate ride around the bay with a Canadian man we found in a corner. He hired an electric bike from the hostel which decided it did not like functioning or having a chain about two thirds of the way round. We therefore spent the last 9 miles pushing him along in shifts. It was fun. That evening we walked up to yet another Monastery about 1000ft above Kotor; it was quiet and pretty eerie and Poya and I filmed a mini-horror film which I will try and upload somewhere. I will maybe post the link below this on Facebook.
I’ve got bored of just writing what I’ve done so I’m going to do that quickly and then write some other stuff (not sure what yet). Cycled back to Podgorica. Really fun windy downhill. Had a Top Gun Ice Cream (3 stars). Met Nino. Drank beer; ate meet. Stayed at Hostel Nice Place (booked purely due to the name). Got given 4 litres of homemade wine by Nino (nice man). Failed to cycle to Zabljak (was far and Poya’s ankle hurt). Sat by a nice river. Went on a bus to Zabljak (took some convincing and bike disassembling to be allowed on). Arrived in Zabljak: mountain town. Had to buy a jumper as it was cold. Amazingly the jumper says W4 on (THAT’S MY LONDON POSTCODE). Hostel owners made us a barbeque. Talked to people and drank too much homemade wine. Next day went on a rafting tour on a river through a canyon. Was promised 100 Israelites; they didn’t materialise. Zip lined across the canyon. Had a nap. Found an internet café. Wrote a blog.
Ok so. Writing exactly what I do is kinda dull. It’s a lot of ‘I cycled here’, ‘I had fun’, ‘I dropped my phone in a toilet (did I mention that?)’. Either way here are a few disconnected things, observations I have made without much context.
Apparently you’re not meant to eat the whole fish. I was given a whole fish to eat and though ‘Apart from the head Imma gonna eat all dat’. I then tucked in, so engrossed it my culinary experience I did not notice how everyone else was approaching their dead river friend. Apparently you don’t normally eat the tail, skin, spine etc. Apart from being a bit crunchy I enjoyed it all. I almost ate the head. But I poked it with my knife and the eye popped out and that freaked me out a little bit.
Everything comes with bread here. I’m pretty sure if you were to try and buy drugs it would come with a separate bag of bread crumbs. Even just getting a salad or an omelet comes with a big bowl of fresh bread. That’s nice; I like bread. Paya refused to throw away any bread and would cycle around with stale day old bread which he would munch by the roadside.
Car horns are mostly used to warn you of cars presence rather than for cross reasons. This is much better as hearing a horn whilst cycling lets us know we are about to be passed by a car. In London I instantly think that I have done something naughty, or an irate motorist is angry at me for a reason that does not make sense.
I can’t remember the name of a delicious ice cream I had. But it would’ve gotten 5 stars. It had a lcvely chocolate syrup that ran through the centre of the cone and I couldn’t fault its presentation. (I am currently in an internet café; I hope someone isn’t reading the stupid things I am writing. If they were that sentence probably freaked them out and caused them to stop. Yeah, I’m talking to you!).
Dead animals I have seen: dog, cat, hedgehog, snake, lizard, frog, some sort of thin brown thing, insects (I have eaten a few of those as well (accidentally)). I was keeping count of how many of each one I had seen but gave up pretty quickly; my mental tally only goes up to ten. There are probably more. I will have a think.
I have thought of more things to say but can’t remember them, I should write stuff down so I remember. I won’t do that. These things will do for now. I will post this on actual blog if I get my place back. If not I’ll keep doing it here. Will update on Facebook where stuff to read is. Not complicated at all right?
I think the last thing I wrote about was the rather wet cycle that we did up to the monastery, so I will start from after that. The nest day we cycled from the capital Podgorica to Budva. We said goodbye to Nino, who worked in the hostel, with plans to meet with him again when we returned in a few days time. The cycle to Budva was really fun, the small mountain road snaked alongside a massive lake, and the lack of cars made for a relaxing ride. We had fish soup for lunch with cheese ‘that my mama makes’. The final climb before Budva was long, sweaty, and Paya had to push his bike some of the way up. Generally I cycle ahead of Poya and Paya on the uphill climbs. I think this is due to my thinner tires and the fact I don’t have a penchant for consuming an unholy amount of cigarettes. Although I should probably chalk it up to my supreme fitness and unrivaled manliness. In their defense cigarettes are very cheap here. The downhill into the city was great fun as always, with only a slight sketchy moment when I had to fit through quite a small gap between a cow and a passing lorry. Budva was a much more touristy city compared to Podgorica: it housed inflated prices, loud beach clubs, and scantily clad women trying to lure you into restaurants with the promise ‘I’ll be your waitress’ (who knows what that might lead to? Perhaps a salad?). It wasn’t for us and we only stayed one night. Although I did have a great time zooming around on a hired jet ski and it took all my courage not to go and sit alongside the children in the 7D cinema. From the pictures I ascertained that the extra dimensions were jerky chair movements, bad special effects, and disappointment. There was an 8D cinema as well but I didn’t want my mind blown.
The cycle to Kotor was short. On a nearby beach SeaDance festival was happening and we happily cycled passed a traffic jam that must’ve lasted at least 7 miles. The journey ended with a mile long tunnel that was awful to go through: it was loud, the path was really thin, and I hit my foot on a protruding plastic thing that I can only assume was imperative to the tunnel’s functionality. The Old Town in Kotor is a car free, cobbled city full of beautiful old buildings and a plethora of stray cats. We loved it there and stayed three nights. As soon as we arrived in the hostel shots of Rakia were forced into our hands and we proceeded to get very drunk. Later I dropped my phone in a toilet (did I mention that?). During our time in Kotor we cycled to a monastery 5,000 ft above sea level from which you can see 80% of the country. It was tiring and on the descent Poya fell off his bike, fortunately he managed to do a very impressive forward roll over his handlebars and did not fall off the mountain (I would’ve probably led with that news if he had fallen off the mountain). On a good day you can see Italy; we could not see Italy. The day after we went on a rather more sedate ride around the bay with a Canadian man we found in a corner. He hired an electric bike from the hostel which decided it did not like functioning or having a chain about two thirds of the way round. We therefore spent the last 9 miles pushing him along in shifts. It was fun. That evening we walked up to yet another Monastery about 1000ft above Kotor; it was quiet and pretty eerie and Poya and I filmed a mini-horror film which I will try and upload somewhere. I will maybe post the link below this on Facebook.
I’ve got bored of just writing what I’ve done so I’m going to do that quickly and then write some other stuff (not sure what yet). Cycled back to Podgorica. Really fun windy downhill. Had a Top Gun Ice Cream (3 stars). Met Nino. Drank beer; ate meet. Stayed at Hostel Nice Place (booked purely due to the name). Got given 4 litres of homemade wine by Nino (nice man). Failed to cycle to Zabljak (was far and Poya’s ankle hurt). Sat by a nice river. Went on a bus to Zabljak (took some convincing and bike disassembling to be allowed on). Arrived in Zabljak: mountain town. Had to buy a jumper as it was cold. Amazingly the jumper says W4 on (THAT’S MY LONDON POSTCODE). Hostel owners made us a barbeque. Talked to people and drank too much homemade wine. Next day went on a rafting tour on a river through a canyon. Was promised 100 Israelites; they didn’t materialise. Zip lined across the canyon. Had a nap. Found an internet café. Wrote a blog.
Ok so. Writing exactly what I do is kinda dull. It’s a lot of ‘I cycled here’, ‘I had fun’, ‘I dropped my phone in a toilet (did I mention that?)’. Either way here are a few disconnected things, observations I have made without much context.
Apparently you’re not meant to eat the whole fish. I was given a whole fish to eat and though ‘Apart from the head Imma gonna eat all dat’. I then tucked in, so engrossed it my culinary experience I did not notice how everyone else was approaching their dead river friend. Apparently you don’t normally eat the tail, skin, spine etc. Apart from being a bit crunchy I enjoyed it all. I almost ate the head. But I poked it with my knife and the eye popped out and that freaked me out a little bit.
Everything comes with bread here. I’m pretty sure if you were to try and buy drugs it would come with a separate bag of bread crumbs. Even just getting a salad or an omelet comes with a big bowl of fresh bread. That’s nice; I like bread. Paya refused to throw away any bread and would cycle around with stale day old bread which he would munch by the roadside.
Car horns are mostly used to warn you of cars presence rather than for cross reasons. This is much better as hearing a horn whilst cycling lets us know we are about to be passed by a car. In London I instantly think that I have done something naughty, or an irate motorist is angry at me for a reason that does not make sense.
I can’t remember the name of a delicious ice cream I had. But it would’ve gotten 5 stars. It had a lcvely chocolate syrup that ran through the centre of the cone and I couldn’t fault its presentation. (I am currently in an internet café; I hope someone isn’t reading the stupid things I am writing. If they were that sentence probably freaked them out and caused them to stop. Yeah, I’m talking to you!).
Dead animals I have seen: dog, cat, hedgehog, snake, lizard, frog, some sort of thin brown thing, insects (I have eaten a few of those as well (accidentally)). I was keeping count of how many of each one I had seen but gave up pretty quickly; my mental tally only goes up to ten. There are probably more. I will have a think.
I have thought of more things to say but can’t remember them, I should write stuff down so I remember. I won’t do that. These things will do for now. I will post this on actual blog if I get my place back. If not I’ll keep doing it here. Will update on Facebook where stuff to read is. Not complicated at all right?
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