nightmare in the Budva Riviera
This was our third trip to Budva. We deliberately went there, keeping the warmest and brightest impressions from previous trips. However, what we encountered this time suggests that Montenegrins do not need foreign tourists. FOOD - we cooked ourselves because of the child, we even rented an apartment with a kitchen. Food prices are absolutely Moscow. At the same time, you can’t buy anything in small shops - they can hand over a damaged product, but they won’t return the money !! ! The bread is completely inedible. They sell them without any packaging, lying on the counter, chosen by flies. Butter is sold only in 125 g, but delicious. The juices are wonderful, but we got poisoned with watermelon, although we used to eat watermelon every day. ACCOMMODATION - we stayed at the Alexander Hotel - compared to 2004, there is a tangible positive trend - the staff is well-trained and speaks Russian, cleanliness is everywhere, but evening animation - songs and dances until you drop right under the windows until 11 p. m. , and then after the scandal with Pan Director named after Boshko. At the same time, the artists do not sing - they yell with all their might into the microphone, so sitting in your room you do not hear each other, let alone sleeping! NATURE - the unfortunate Montenegrin nature is struggling as best it can with the negligent people who have polluted it in such a way that it is simply painful to watch how Budva turned from a fertile, beautiful land into a garbage dump. Speaking of garbage dumps - no one cleans them up - they are quietly set on fire at night. If you go outside the hotel - everything is spit, filthy, around heaps of garbage - horror. The beaches are polluted in the literal and figurative sense of the word. At a cost of 2 sun loungers and an umbrella of 10-15 euros, no one cleans the beach!! ! They say that last year there was a fire on the mountain in Budva and dead, charred trees still stand - the picture is depressing. The SEA is filthy to the point of disgrace - what does not swim there: scraps of toilet paper, and, excuse me, items of women's intimate toilet, and bottles. . . Although some 6-7 years ago the sea was simply amazing. At the same time, it is absolutely uncomfortable on the beach - the sunbeds are set so that someone's heels are almost on your head, and the hams of nearby aunts and uncles - reach out with your hand - cause a feeling of rejection. It is impossible to enter the sea - they poured such boulders that if you look at the bathing public - this is a congress of the disabled - everyone hobbles in / out of the sea. The buoys were hung 50 meters from the shore - so lovers of long-distance swims were out of luck! And right along the buoys, countless boats, boats, scooters dart back and forth - so you have to forget about the clean sea air, and about the silence too - along the coast, with manic persistence, a boat with a man on board, who yells something into a megaphone, Montenegrin and so the whole day. SILENCE - it is not in Budva - neither at night nor during the day. During the day, a man on a boat with a megaphone yells, and at night, discos that merge into a terrible cacophony of drum and bass - a disaster - just an epoch-making battle near Prokhorovka on the Kursk Bulge. It is impossible to sleep until 1 o'clock in the morning - such are the laws in Montenegro - thanks for that too - you get up in the morning like a broken trough. And after 1 o'clock in the morning you will not be able to sleep - Montenegrin boys and girls are returning from the disco, who are cackling and squealing under your windows until the morning. LOCAL POPULATION - middle-aged people are very friendly, benevolent, many speak Russian. And the people of the post-Soviet formation are, to put it mildly, stupid, rude, with contempt, which they do not hide, they treat Russians. With accentuated snobbery, they refuse to speak to you in Russian - only in English. At the same time, they do not know English either - this is not a conversation, but a theater of facial expressions and gestures. They do not particularly like to work and probably think that tugriks will be born on trees. TAXI - with this, compared to previous years, it became just great in Budva - for 20 euros you can travel around Budva up and down - to any shops, to the post office, to the market. Go on excursions on your own. Booking a transfer on your own is just a miracle, how convenient it is. But even here there is a fly in the ointment - traffic jams. There is one main road in Budva, to which all the places you need are attached - Jadransky Put. In the wild heat, you can spend up to 40 minutes in a traffic jam. LINK is a song. You can only make long distance calls by mail. They don't have international call cards. In Egypt, they have, but not in Budva. Every time to call you had to go to the post office. To communicate with each other, we bought local SIM cards. True, operators and all SMS are only in Montenegrin - guess what they say yourself. MEDICINE - God forbid! you get sick in Budva. By definition, an ambulance does not leave - only for injuries and heart attacks. There is no hospital in Budva!! ! Only in Kotor, 20 km. My child fell ill with a high temperature and the doctor of their ambulance - an ambulance - suggested that I bathe him in the shower and bring him the next day by taxi to the pediatrician at a temperature of 40 with a temperature of 39. I was in a state of complete despair and insecurity - I kept wondering why we took out insurance if it cannot be applied in the conditions of the Budva exotic. Through the embassy, they found our doctors - Chateau de fleur Natalya Tkachuk - bow and gratitude to her !!! , who sent us a wonderful doctor Ilya, who listened to the baby and made all the appointments and injected the little one - well, just like at home! So, dear friends, travelers, summing up, I can say that I do not recommend you go to Budva based on my sad experience. Although I went there with joy, I looked at photos of my previous trips. Alas, Budva has turned from a piece of paradise into Hell - and, moreover, into an expensive Hell. Like this. . .