One day William if you work hard your belly could be this big
Jo’s pasta extravaganza went well and I am pleased to report that Montenegrin wine is decidedly drinkable. I recommend Crnogorski Merlot from near Podgorica www.plantaze.com – at €2.50 it was a bargain.
After this meal just as we were about to head down to the old town for a drink we were invited to join the family for a quick drink. This soon turned into another complete meal of freshly caught grilled prawns and squid accompanied by a large number of beers and more wine. The food was amazing and it was lovely to be so welcomed and looked after by our hosts. We learnt a great deal about the family and life in Montenegro and more importantly learnt the story of “Johnny Criminal”.
I think Jo has mentioned the infamous “Johnny Criminal” in her post. Johnny is the family dog, a lovely black Labrador, and we were intrigued as to what misdemeanour had earned him this name. I am happy to say we can now share this as we were allowed into the inner circle of the family and told the secret of “Johnny Criminal’s” heinous crimes.
A year or two ago young Johnny was still in his eat anything puppy stage and was chewing various things from around the house. He was eternally hungry and would try to eat most things. When Johnny joined the family they already had a much loved family pet that had been with them for many years. “Tommy the Tortoise” had been with the family for a long time and was a much loved and trusted member of the family. He had happily wandered around the garden and the house uninterrupted and enjoyed the warmth and affection of the family until one fateful day when young Johnny was a little bit too experimental in his choice of food. Johnny tucked into young Tommy and all that’s remains of him is his shining shell that was proudly brought in from he lounge to accompany the story. This sad day young and innocent Johnny changed from being just Johnny to the infamous “Johnny criminal”. Who are we to judge his crimes? Was it just youthful puppy enthusiasm for another meal or perhaps a more dark and sinister jealousy that drove Johnny on this terrible day. As I look into his eyes I like to think well of Johnny and put it down to a big appetite.
After several more beers and at least another 2kg of calamari we headed down to the Old Town. Sadly much of the old town in the evening is given over to rather loud, rather bad local DJ sets based on limited bling bling record collections. Everyone gets properly glammed up for the night out and Jo and I felt under-dressed, rather old and perhaps a little too English to enjoy the bar scene here.
I was amazed at the ratio of women to men as there seemed to be about 10 women for every man out on the town. As Jo soon pointed out after I had raised this with her, it was probably more to do with the fact I was choosing to notice the micro-skirted, tanned, Eastern European ladies 10 times more than the blokes.
Jo insisted upon walking passed the Casino Royale yacht again last night but sadly for her James Bond was still nowhere to be seen. However walking back through the town we came very close to seeing Pussy Galore a number of times.
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