My summer holiday essay

This summer I had a holiday. It was in Montenegro. Montenegro means 'Black mountain'. That is funny because the mountains in Montenegro are not black. They are covered with green trees and plants like the jungle.

We went there in a Smart car, and everybody looked at us as we drove into Herzeg Novi, from Croatia. Maybe they were looking at us because our car was nice and there weren't many nice cars there.

We stayed in a hotel by the sea which had a really good view. We ate lots of seafood because fish is fresh and good when you are by the sea. There weren't many beaches but people put out deck chairs and sat in them to get a tan. I got a tan.

When we wanted to go to the monastery in the north of Montenegro, we were stopped at a border and asked for our passports. It was a very small border, and we were the only car there. The man was dressed like a soldier and looked angry when he saw our passports. He asked for the car papers and took me into his office, which was like a big box. He talked loudly, saying 'Amerikanski' and showed us another border on the map, where we were supposed to cross. I didn't understand why we had to go to the other border and couldn't cross this one.

We drove away past a big car full of television sets. I don't think that car was stopped at all. Maybe the man dressed as a soldier forgot to ask them for their passports.

My holiday was fun because I got to lie in the sun and visit interesting places. I would like to go to Montenegro again.