Landing and the long beach

Podgorica → Velika Plaža · tired and arriving · Wind: watching the afternoon

A long Sunday that starts well before dawn. The plane lands at one in the morning, the next few hours go missing somewhere in a Podgorica arrivals hall, and the day only starts properly with a coffee and a short walk through a still-quiet city — the old bridge, a bakery, the first burek of the trip. Late morning is a slow southbound bus to the coast and a short transfer to the apartment.

By midday I expect to be face-down asleep with the shutters half-closed. The evening is the first walk on the sand — no kite, no plan, just a beach that keeps going further than I expect in both directions.

The first proper look at Velika Plaža in daylight goes here once I’ve had it; for now it’s all bus timetables and optimism.