This is the fort at the mouth to the natural harbor.
The harbor that we were entering, we got the pilot on board at about this point, but we never had any tug support as we began to wind further and further into these fjords.
Machine gun nests buried inside the rock of one of the narrow openings in the harbor, probably from World War II, but not for certain.
The first city we passed as we progressed deeper and deeper into the harbors and bays created by the mountains.
I felt at peace, I finally got to see a shipyard. This is only one of many shots I took of the dry-docks. This really made me miss home and my real job.
The hillsides were dotted with these chapels, either in very good shape and used or abandoned and caving in.
A small rock island that had a lighthouse and other buildings, which we at first thought was another chapel, but figured that the same architecture style was used on many buildings in this area.
A taller steeple on a church that we steamed by, this one had a nice garden growing out of its roof.
One of the centuries old churches within the old city of Kotor. The wall and fortress are in the background.
Wenonah exploring some of the ruins along the wall.
The cruise ship in the harbor of Kotor, a tight fit.
More of the ruins.
A rain shower hitting the cruise ship, but it luckily never hit us. We had left our jackets on board the cruise ship.
As the storm hit, we saw the cruise ship’s kayak excursion trying to get across the bay before being rained on, they didn’t make it. The 5 dots in front of the bow of the ship are the kayakers.
The hike was amazingly steep, even compared to Half Dome and the Grand Canyon, in under two miles we climbed 850 feet vertically. Wenonah and I were smart enough to wear at least some running shoes, but many of the people from the cruise ship attempted it in flip flops or stiletto heels.
At this point in the trip I was still in amazement of our cruise ship, it wore off.
The mountains behind the wall were also impressive. Goats were wandering across the hillsides and would bay, echoing off the sheer rock faces. It was a sadistic game of ‘Where’s Waldo’ trying to find the black and white goats on these hillsides.
The top of the fortress, overlooking the city of Kotor. Hot air from the valley would mix with the cool breeze from the storms and mountain tops, shocking our bodies each time the wind shifted.
My honey overlooking our ship and the beautiful city.
A metalwork grate that my wife wanted me to take a picture of, of course I listened to her.
As the storm clouds finally broke open, sun bathed the wall and fortress of Kotor. Then we realized why we were tired, we had hiked that.
Our snack of prosciutto stuff calamari and prosciutto (Montenegro) salad.
We started our trip well, being the second to last couple to get onto the last launch to our cruise ship. We grabbing this quick picture as they loaded the last of their security equipment. This trend continued (or got worse) as the trip progressed.
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