A more banal chronicler would have dubbed the town of Kotor the “pearl of the Montenegrin coast” and a “tourist mecca.” But I’ll call it a remarkable, well-preserved, and monumental forteza, which means fortress in Greek (picked that up in Crete).
True, not everyone wanted to go inside the fortress. Whether it was the heat, social anxiety, or just the mood remains murky, but a big thanks to Max for wanting to go, and a few other people went with him, myself included.
Also, a tourist from the UK who arrived here via WizzAir lobbied us hard to visit the forteza. As a true patriot, I informed her that this airline flies to Riga too, and it wouldn’t be a bad idea for her to show up in our neck of the woods someday.
At first, the fortress looks like this
And then like this
A brief background on Kotor. The population, together with the town of Dobrota, is 13 thousand. The town is mentioned in chronicles almost at the beginning of our era. The fortress at the top was built by Emperor Justinian back in 535, but the walls you see were built by the Venetian Republic, which owned the town from 1420 to 1797.
The liner “Nieuw Amsterdam”
In case anyone happens not to know, “New Amsterdam” is the original name of New York. It was renamed to the latter in 1664, after being captured by the English, in honor of the Duke of York, also known as King James II.
Cathedral of Saint Tryphon, 1166
Notice the Latin inscription. It actually survived!
For us it's a tourist attraction, but for people it's just housing
A colorful character, probably off the liner
I should say that the liner was full of American tourists, and, as usual, they immediately strike up a conversation with anyone who seems even mildly approachable to them. Had to tell them that yes, we got here on bikes, and yes, it's hot and hard, but no, not really, and yes, other parts of Montenegro are interesting too, there are mountains there, and yes, I understand they won't get there because they're seniors and only walk with canes, and not very far at that.
Max's bike
Chess Club Kotor!
Ele, far from the first one I've seen
Looks like a picture from another life. Which it is
We didn't forget to take a dip, either
Doomer looks a bit like a seal, and I'm sitting with my bare ass
Tourists and locals were walking nearby, and were mesmerized by the sight of Doomer and me, at least according to Max, who got a lot of positive emotions from this spectacle. As did we, for that matter.
We swam more than once or twice, the water is warm, but not disgustingly hot
Near the bathing spots there were showers for washing, but for some reason they weren't washing
Trees grow right out of the walls
Oranges grow too
The inscription reads: “We don't want what's not ours, but we won't give up what is.” The author is friend Tito
We returned back by ferry
What's interesting is that the ferry is completely free for pedestrians, but taking a bicycle across costs about a euro, I don't remember exactly.
Also, by the way, on the way we drank some excellent, inexpensive yogurt in liter bottles, without added flavorings or sugar (just white, like kefir). I absolutely love it, and it's an awful shame that we have so little of this kind of yogurt back home, and it's nowhere near as tasty.
A widely known and widespread cactus called prickly pear (opuntia)
The fruits of the opuntia are edible if you peel the skin. They're used to make jam or sweets, and if you're so inclined, you can brew lemonade or even distill moonshine. I ate it in Arizona, and tried to bring two jars of jam here, but my suitcase got lost during the flight.
The ferry belongs to a town with a name that doesn't sound very melodious to the Russian ear — Perast
Fine modern art
Towards the evening, around 18-19 hours, we finally reached the car, but I had fallen behind a bit and gotten lost. Everyone had to wait for me for quite a while, but no one said a bad word, complained, or swore, for which I say a huge thank you to everyone.