Tuesday, 17 June 2008

Milán Radisics - Lake Skadar, Montenegro 03

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25 May 2008

The journey

Driven 13 hours. Playstation 3 feeling accompanied me through South-Serbia. Pushbikers and policemen turned up from the bushes. Not even counting the cows, sheep and fag dealers. I stopped at the very first barbecue shack because they sell the best “cevapcica”. Small rolls of three type of grinded meat in a taco with lots of onion and a special cottage cheese called "kajmak". I know it's difficult to pronounce but there is a lot simplier local name for it: “ten with onion”. Although you can't get it wrong 'cause there's no other choice anyway.

At the Montenegro border I had waited for the toll-keeper to finish his dinner in the next village and an hour later he just waved that I'm allowed to go. That's OK, at least I could experience that nighttime 4 centigrade in the Durmitor National Park feels cold enough comparing to the thirty-some at Skodra Lake. By the way Montenegro is preparing for the touristic season so they put the main road under construction but in their own way. In the Moracsa river's canyon at the narrowest bit the road is closed for 3 hours twice a day at 3 different points. Which means that this bit is closed for 24 hours, because first I wait 3 hours for opening the road, then I wait another 3 hours for the cue to move forward. Anyway, I don't want to go into details...

Fortunately I had drinks and food on me so I didn't starve to death. I hope they finish the reconstruction before the high season 'cause it's not very tempting like this. To avoid this mess on the way back I came through Bosnia but that was not adventure-free either. The toll-keepers asked me to pay some insurance to enter the country. Don't ask me why, I still don't understand myself. I was furious 'cause I didn't have any local currency and there was no ATM located among the great mountains. Finally I found 20 pounds in the deepest corner of my purse and we agreed that this is about as much as I should pay to get through the stretch of Serbian Republic found in Bosnia in safety but without any of us knowing the actual exchange rate.

Well, I can't see why they had to turn the good old Yugoslavia into so many small countries.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi Milán,
your fotos are great. I have not been there since ages. Wish to see it again, maybe with tourism picking up. But handling fee wise it does not seem to have changed. 30 years ago you had to pay because your lights of the car did not seem to be appropriate for the night.
Good luck.