Dubrovnik and Kotor
Jul. 24th, 2007 10:15 pmThe flight to Dubrovnik passed pretty uneventfully, or at least it did once the security people at Birmingham had confiscated the bottles of glue that pater had foolishly included in his hand baggage. On arrival, we immediately picked up a taxi and headed for the Montenegrin border, spending a less than half an hour on Croatian soil.
Ninety minutes later, after a gentle meandering journey round the edge of the gulf, we arrived in Kotor. We took a very brief wander around the old town before meeting up with Chris, Jane, Paul, Larissa, Izzy and Amber at the Cittadella for supper. The general consensus was that while the pizzas, the spaghetti bolognese and the quattro formaggi pastas were good, the sea food pasta was far from great. The kids were generally well behaved — especially poor Am, who had to wait 20 minutes longer than everyone else for her pasta — and a good time was had by all.
Somewhat strangely, the conversation turned to the merits (or otherwise) of FPS — something that had last come up on Sunday with S and R. I came out as pro, probably because my primary education had been so bad, while Larissa, Jane and mater were in the anti camp.
Ninety minutes later, after a gentle meandering journey round the edge of the gulf, we arrived in Kotor. We took a very brief wander around the old town before meeting up with Chris, Jane, Paul, Larissa, Izzy and Amber at the Cittadella for supper. The general consensus was that while the pizzas, the spaghetti bolognese and the quattro formaggi pastas were good, the sea food pasta was far from great. The kids were generally well behaved — especially poor Am, who had to wait 20 minutes longer than everyone else for her pasta — and a good time was had by all.
Somewhat strangely, the conversation turned to the merits (or otherwise) of FPS — something that had last come up on Sunday with S and R. I came out as pro, probably because my primary education had been so bad, while Larissa, Jane and mater were in the anti camp.