After the 5am night out with the new family, began the hunt for the mystical kayak.

I was damn sure that I was going to kayak in Kotor no matter what the locals said about there being none. I knew best!

Slightly tired from the previous night out , I made a school boy footwear error for this epic adventure. Flip flops are not advised for distance walking.

Unperturbed, I set off down the coast convinced there were kayaks to hire just around the next bay. It was hot. Hot hot.

Now I actually felt quite good despite my lack of sleep and found some interesting little places on my way. However, kayaks were not to be found.

Eventually resigned to my lack of kayaking fate, I moved to turn back.

Suddenly, a flash of gold glinted off the water. The bay became very quiet and a relaxing breeze created faint ripples at the water's edge. My attention caught, I glanced behind me and through the bay came the prow (if that is what you call it) of a double sea kayak. Then another.

My heart bouyed and a new spring in my blistered step, I ploughed on surely destined to paddle the bay.

This is a story that doesn't end well. I walked until I came to the next big town and then turned back disappointed. 11am till 4pm I walked. Heat of 28 degrees. A round trip of 10 miles in flip flops. No paddling for me. Yet!

When I got back, my adopted son Josh had risen from a mammoth sleep and we grabbed a drink and headed out for a (another) coastal walk. This time we took a wrong turning and ended up in a car park.

As we turned back, "the mrs" T shouted from a passing car on the way back from rafting with Caroline and the family was reunited for the evening.

We decided to get changed, grab some food and drink and headed down to the beach for some family bonding. We sat out till the sun went down and then returned to Kotor's old town.

I'd highly recommend Kotor to anyone. The city is a chilled out, calm and stunningly beautiful with narrow cobbled streets and the highest number of churches I've ever seen in a place so small (a drunk girl told us that everytime the bells all ring together, time is frozen and Kotor's faeries pass through the city injecting happiness into everyone! This girl also suggested that we should all head to the car park Josh and I had got lost at and go swimming at 1am.).

We picked up some calzone pizza from a street vendor and inadvertantly got involved in a game of cockroach roulette. We watched a cockroach crawl into one of the calzone after we'd ordered and each time she picked one for us we were hoping it wouldn't be that one. It was cold comfort that they went in the microwave before being sold, but we all avoided the roach one. Then we waited as Josh tried to trick some Finnish guys into getting the last piece. We weren't that cruel.

In fact, the Finnish guys joined the family. They had nowhere to stay so they joined the apartment that was fast becoming a squat.

Now what happens when you get two Finnish guys, an Aussie, a Yorkshire lad, Belfast lass and a Scotsman in one flat with a lot of plastic bottles filled with
varying ammounts of liquid? Balkan Bottle BeatBoxing.

This was so good it was committed to film.

The night again progressed to 5am via the attempt to get us swimming from a car park.

Tomorrow the family goes it's separate way to Croatia, Bosnia and Albania. Me, despite all my efforts, am going to Budva with a view to getting to Albania or Lake Skadar on Tuesday. It has been a brilliant couple of days in Kotor with the guys and it would have been good to travel around with them. That's the nature of travelling. Strong bonds in short spaces of time.