
The tale of the Hippo is in fact that of its founders/managers, Nadya and Dave.
Dave--itinerant, restless, bold, American--left the sanctuary of California's bay area for Moscow in the winter of 2004. (You're probably not the first to wonder why someone would ever do that. Your trustworthy narrator bears first-hand experience of the unforgiving chill concurrent with such a wintry hell, and he assures you it's no cup of coffee.) Here, taking upon himself the mantle of English teacher, Dave tooth-and-nailed his way through a series of women, knowing that the perfect one did in fact exist, if she would but choose to saunter through his heart's saloon-style swinging doors--enter our more gracious half.
Nadya--free-spirited, vivacious, eminently likeable, Russian--was working at the reception of the English language center where Dave found employment. Few who were there will ever forget the gust that filled the room when these kids met. Our heroine stole the knight's heart and soul; meeting the two of them you shall immediately and fully understand why.
Together they've set out to change the Adriatic: to make it a better, safer, cheaper place to stay for 2-15 nights; to encourage those wishing to take their journeys a little farther down the road; to empower travelers--young and old--who've set their wandering sights on the pearl that you behold upon capturing Budva; to remind mankind that, yes, Montenegro is a tourism force to be mishandled at the adventurer's peril.
We are all quite certain that you'll enjoy the hell out of life here in Budva. The weather is delightful; the food is second-to-none; the people are warm, friendly, and generous; and the experience is surpassed only by that enjoyed by the Titans of yesteryear. See you on the Adriatic; see you in Budva; see you at the Hippo.