clearly, i'm excited about the impending hop north of the border back to Croatiaville, or maybe i just love cheese that much. In the grand tradition of summer 2010 bus trips, we got on, yet another delightful coach heading from Kotor to Dubrovnik where Jen would make her way back to sunny London. The bus was rammed full of Montenegran, Croatian and Italian tourists so our choice was to stand for the winding two-hour journey or sit here:
In this amount of space, I was able to bend half of my dodgy knee, cough on Jen and massage the head of the rather dopey Montenegran woman sitting in front of me. She had dandruff and needed to get her roots done. This is a real-time example of exactly how much space we had:
Midway through the journey, Jen and I both gained a rather persistent case of bussickness exacerbated by the beautiful-yet-windy bus route around the fjord (basically if we could've traveled in a straight line through the water, we'd have arrived in thirty minutes) and the lack of 'air' blowing from the 'air conditioning'. Bad hair lady didn't seem to mind. She just made sure her six-year-old daughter had more leg room than she had legs. que lastima!
The rather ridiculous journey was punctuated by a pass through Croatian customs where our bus conductor played a mean trick on the Italians in the back of the coach who, when the bus left the customs stand, thought their passports were left in the office. It culminated with a lot of 'WE HAVE TO GO BACK' shouting, storming up the aisle and tears. Then Mr. bus conductor pulled the passports out of his sleeve and smiled sardonically. minus the Italians, the entire bus jeered, and our Mediterannean friends remained rather quiet for the rest of the journey.
Arrival in Dubrovnik was relative chaos compared to our first ten days...and that's leg one of the summer 2010 travels!
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