Budva, Montenegro

Update: I spent a day at the beach in a cutty alcove to the left of a large resort, beautiful.

The bus crusied along the coastline chasing the sunset. Down below a white pearl of a boat, a luxury cruiseliner sits waiting for smaller ferryboats amid a jewel blue sea. I am headed to montenegro, one of the youngest countries in the EU, also one I know the least about. Roya and Shelby caught a flight to Seville yesterday and my options for arriving in my destinstion, Turkey, were go through impoverished, inland, Bosnia and see the bridge in Mostar or continue my coastal path; I elected to do the latter. I am accompanied by an Aussie named Alex whom happened to be staying in the same hostel in Dubrovnik.