Brave adventures of the heyter over Montenegro
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Brave adventures of the heyter over Montenegro
My list of heather. Part 1
I like living in Montenegro, and at the moment, the pluses outweigh the minuses (climate, sea-mountains, the goodwill of local people, and other things).
It was then that I was infuriated from the beginning (for example, why do the bars close at one in the morning ?!), but eventually I got used to it and stopped paying attention.
But there is something that my brain completely upsets to this day and infuriates day in day out and I find it very difficult to reconcile myself with this. So, I suggest you my list of hayter (in several parts, because there will be a lot of letters):
1) Wine. Or what is given for him here
There are very serious problems with wine here. What Montenegro produces is not wine. I do not know what it is, anything, but not wine. And it's not about the price, it's equally disgusting for both 3 and 30 euros. Disgusting for so much that after trying the first time Krstach, I just silently spit and went to brush my teeth. Vranac, Chardonnay and others, caused a similar reaction. Vranac barik and his like (those that are more expensive), led me to think about how they manage to sell this rubbish for such money? Seriously, how?
And it's not that I understand good wines, the fact is that I also understand the bad ones. With the onset of the crisis in Moscow, I switched to low-priced wines, the Spanish rhyoche (2.5-4 euros) makes one left all the local wine at once.
Simply in Montenegro there are no necessary climatic conditions to grow a suitable grapes. They are not. (If you have other versions, while local wine is so disgusting, you can share these thoughts with me). But okay, it seemed, what's the problem? There is no local wine, buy an imported one. This is where the main problem arises, I can not buy it, the local manufacturer is supported up to senility, limiting the choice. Sometimes it seems that they bring to Montenegro the worst wines that they could find. It was here that I tried the worst Italian and French wines in my life, of course, could not and did not please the price for them, they cost as if they can be drunk (as I was mistaken!). Summarizing, we can say that the local wine is not wine at all, but the choice of imported wines is sharply limited and has a curious pricing (which is more like a cheap divorce and extortion).
Nevertheless, I live here, I love wine (although, it seems, I'm already beginning to forget his taste) and I have to get out of the situation. Unfortunately, my friends do not come often enough to supply me with a full rioha (although they try as they can), and one has to choose from what is.
Solution : At the moment, for me Croatian wines are leading, I buy Maxi in TQ plaza in Budva, at a price of 5-7 euros.
Sometimes I freak out and leave for a drink in Porto Montenegro, thinking about how I, a wine lover, managed to move to Montenegro.
2) what is given here for croissants (it's not croissants !!!!!)
It's bread in the shape of a croissant. How and why?! Do not know / do not want to make the right dough, okay, but why create such a form for him? It's a croissant, a fake! Once, in the first month, in my life, on the way to work in the morning, I bought croissants in the nearest baker (they had long been accustomed to having breakfast), bit off it, I was long puzzled as it happened and why I chew bread. I have not experienced such frustration since the times ... I do not even know what to compare with!
The solution : replaced with small puff pastry with cheese. But I want croissants anyway.
To be continued...#DariaZorina
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