There are no black mountains in Montenegro. In fact, in the last three hours of driving from Kotor to Pluzine, all I can see are green. Mountains covered in glorious dark green pine groves, impossibly growing on plateaus and steep cliffs that plunge into clear emerald rivers. Further up in the mountains, meadows of wild grass and flowers with rolling hills that go on for miles. How the Venetians could’ve mistaken these green mountains for black through their binoculars escaped me.





Monteverdi, rather than Montenegro. We read your Slowboat in bed, we think of you and enjoy each page and photo… gracias, dear Selina!