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Since I arrived into Budva from Cetinje late in the afternoon, I put my search for accomidation my highest priority. I read in Lonely Planet that the nearby beach community of Jaz had camping. "Camping on the beach!?" I thought. "I'm there!" But Jaz was more delapitated than Florida after four hurricanes. Trash was everywhere, the small buildings in the campsite were in ruins, and the bathrooms were so horrendous that I didn't need to go into them to know they were far beyond usable. I had to think long and hard before deciding to stay here.
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