Where it all went wrong, terribly, terribly wrong
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The country (of what we saw) was beautiful as we navigated the circumference of the bay towards the city of Kotor (a small walled town against a steep mountain side which, when lit at night, looked unique).
However.... we judge a country not only by it's natural beauty, but also by the friendly nature of it’s people. From the 10 or so people we interacted with, all of which deal with tourists on a daily basis, horrified us.
Firstly, crossing over the boarder from Croatia, Montenegro was signed to say that it is part of the EU, and it uses the Euro for it’s currency, which gave us some assurance to enter the country. On the boarder we formed a queue at the entry gate and waited, waited and waited, for the officials to come out of their hut and process the cars. There was a number of officials at border control all of which were sitting around doing nothing until a small queue formed and then one car was inspected and let through, this is going to take a while.
After a while, it was our turn. Passports and car registration checked, it was announced that our car insurance was suddenly not valid in Montenegro and we were forced to pay €15 for additional insurance for ten days. (Despite our knowledge that it is covered)
Secondly we were approached in the boarder queue by another official and forced to pay 10 Euro for their road tax (use of their main roads which could not be avoided). We were only traveling 30km!!!
With the lack of explanation by the officials, and the rude forceful explanation, Donna got the suspicion that they understood more English than they wanted to.
Ok it is what it is and we were not impressed with the mannerism of the men at the border but we can let it go, that is until we were greeted with more arrogance by the police men at the ferry.
Once arriving at Kotor, there were no signs to the ferry or any explanation on our tickets. Using our savvyness, we drive around the bay and ask a Police officer who was directing traffic only to discover it was behind the police officer. Due to the large amount of traffic, we have to move on to do a u-turn down the road and reproach the entry.
Only this is where it gets annoying. Due to the design of the entry of the port (all of 10 meters before the heart of the town), a traffic jam is easily formed by cars queuing to enter the port and get on board the ferry. To get around this, Police officers repeatedly forced cars to move on from the queue by blowing their whistle.
They wouldn’t let us in and keep telling us to go up and down the small towns main road. (Grandpa is not happy and keep stalling therefore we need to keep his revs up and he is getting hotter and hotter). We bump another camper going into the ferry (no damage done) and three police men feel the need to interrogate us about the accident. One was trying so hard to get a rise out of us, soren was very calm and Donna remained very silent and held her tongue, he felt the need to check our passport three times. We are sure that they were trying hard for us to crack and to give them the opportunity to fine us or charge us for some offense.
I am unable to swear on this blog but ARGH!!!!!! Montenegro is ruled by corrupt arrogant men, and for this reason we have no desire to return. Over all, what disappointed us the most was that due to our experience, we did not want to venture into the town to spend any money and see the sites as we awaited departure. I am sure we would have spent more money in the country if the process and people we met were nicer.