The next morning we got up bright and early to head to Kotor Montenegro. I had convinced husband to make a stop there instead of going directly to our hotel in Dubrovnik. According to my google map it would only take us 5 hours.
Except the way to Montenegro from Mostar hasn’t benefited from tourist money so it was pretty scenic (read: mountainous and windy) and off the beaten path (the signs were in Cyrillic).
At about the half way mark I had to pee so we stopped in Trebinje which did not at all have a charming or hospitable vibe. We stopped at a gas station where I quickly went to the bathroom and left husband to fill up the car. When I got out I found an unhappy cashier staring down a panicked looking husband. Apparently none of his debit cards worked and we were cashless.
I whipped out my master card. There was uncomfortable laughter as the transaction went through. Husband handed me the keys of the car went to the bathroom to compose himself.
As his legs disappeared behind the bathroom door I noticed someone is making a ruckus. I glanced over and see an angry driver of a car behind ours along with 4 other cars waiting to use the pump. The cashier came out and signaled for me to move the car but I couldn’t because I don’t drive stick. So there we were car guy yelling and getting red in the face and me trying to make the cashier understand why I can’t move the car despite the fact that I have the keys on my hands. All I could think about was how:
1. We had Croatian plates
2. The guy was going to ram us
3. We didn’t get the extra insurance
And that is why I went to the bathroom and insisted husband come out. He did and we high tailed it out of there.
Except the way to Montenegro from Mostar hasn’t benefited from tourist money so it was pretty scenic (read: mountainous and windy) and off the beaten path (the signs were in Cyrillic).
At about the half way mark I had to pee so we stopped in Trebinje which did not at all have a charming or hospitable vibe. We stopped at a gas station where I quickly went to the bathroom and left husband to fill up the car. When I got out I found an unhappy cashier staring down a panicked looking husband. Apparently none of his debit cards worked and we were cashless.
I whipped out my master card. There was uncomfortable laughter as the transaction went through. Husband handed me the keys of the car went to the bathroom to compose himself.
As his legs disappeared behind the bathroom door I noticed someone is making a ruckus. I glanced over and see an angry driver of a car behind ours along with 4 other cars waiting to use the pump. The cashier came out and signaled for me to move the car but I couldn’t because I don’t drive stick. So there we were car guy yelling and getting red in the face and me trying to make the cashier understand why I can’t move the car despite the fact that I have the keys on my hands. All I could think about was how:
1. We had Croatian plates
2. The guy was going to ram us
3. We didn’t get the extra insurance
And that is why I went to the bathroom and insisted husband come out. He did and we high tailed it out of there.
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