With the tank full of cheap Bosnian diesel and food supplies that should last us a week we crossed the Croatian border as early as 7 am. The border crossing at Neum was not busy, there were maybe 10 cars in front of us and the cars moved quickly. For comparison: 10 cars at the Ukrainian-Polish border would mean an hour of waiting at least.
We thought it is better not to add to the vast amount of information available on Dubrovnik. Just one thing about it that got us by surprise: absolutely unexpected for this medieval Game of Thrones town you may run into a big basketball field. And here are some of the alleys in Dubrovnik.
At about 2 pm we crossed our second border – this time with Montenegro. The first town in Montenegro – Herceg Novi has a charming old town as well with an attractively lower number of people in the streets. My mother is so fond of Dubrovnik, but she went to Croatia when Tito was still alive. I try to imagine Dubrovnik in the socialist realm – was it empty back then?
For the night we drove to the top of a hill, overlooking the Bay of Kotor. In the absence of a discrete space, we parked kind of on the road, in a place where it was a bit wider. What we thought was something like: Well, it is the top of the hill, it is almost dark, who would drive here anyways. But the fading sunset those dwelling in the Montenegrin hills into motion – a few cars drove by, some just went uphill to make a U-turn. They probably know the road by heart – even in daylight, the steep and narrow mountain serpentine made me dizzy!