Taki lives the High life
Porto Montenegro
My friend John Sutin, the world’s most generous man, could not believe his ears. The Tivat airport in Montenegro was full and his private jet was not allowed to land. ‘Try
Dubrovnik,’ was the message. So we did, the Croatian airport welcoming us by rushing us through customs as if we were big shots, rather than Nat Rothschild’s guests in neighbouring
Montenegro.
A one-hour car trip saw us reach the Bay of Kotor, where the three-day-and-night bash to celebrate Nat’s 40th was taking place. The reason we were refused landing rights was that more than 80 private jets had already booked parking spaces, a fact that had me momentarily thinking of the notorious Carlos, of terrorist infamy. Had a modern Carlos decided to strike in Porto Montenegro last weekend, the capitalist system would still exist, but with a hell of a dent in it.
Bushido, thank God, was waiting for us in a perfect place in the middle of the marina, within walking distance of all the activities.
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