I've been in Montenegro for less than five minutes and already I'm in trouble with the law. The incident happens only a few hundred metres past a border crossing with Albania where a long line of cars sit nearly motionless in 34°C heat. Throwing caution to the wind, I jump the single white line and overtake about 100 stupid cars. "All too easy," I say to myself, quoting Darth Vader. But as Admiral Ackbar, another Star Wars icon, famously said, "It's a trap!", because there were two coppers waiting at the first bend in the road, strategically positioned to catch impatient bastards like me.
One of the coppers signals for me to pull over. The other asks for my documents and informs me I have to face a judge in the capital Podgorica on Monday morning, two days from now, and I should expect a fine of up to €400 ($582).
I nod my head in resignation. "I know what I did was wrong," I tell him. "I could've caused an accident. I'm sorry for what I did. I won't contest the fine."
"How long do you stay in Montenegro?" he asks me.
"I was planning on just driving through to Croatia today."
The copper looks at me, acknowledging my conundrum.
