By lengthening the journey time between Dubrovnik and Kotor by 2 hrs, the international non-sleeper buses connecting the many bits of former Yugoslavia didn't really help the case of a solo-traveler with a searing forehead. Though sickness is a most unwelcome experience during travels, pampering and laughter, the two easiest cures known to mankind, always find their way in the care and mirth of fellow passengers. Maine from Uruguay treated me to generous doses of both. Handing out more tissues to stop my running nose, inviting me to join in uncontrolled chuckles to contemplate the circumstances of our rude and angry bus driver forged a bond, that I will fondly cherish for a lifetime.
Thus ended the last customs check and we succumbed to the scenic views of the Adriatic wide eyed, as the bus drove on. When it finally came to a halt in Kotor, it was time to part and a friendly hug was all I could give to this girl who dragged out my enthu-cutlet self that had somehow got blanketed in sickness for a while.