Serbian countryside, November 13th

Back on the road, with Florian. Who is Florian? Well, he's a future businessman or whatever serious stuff he's studying. But he really wanted a break, so he took a year off, to roam through Europe. We should travel together until March or so. Balkan girls beware the two French adventurers!

Anyway, less talk, more pics for that article. By the way if the layout looks strange, force reloading the page by pressing Ctrl-F5, as I made some changes to allow picture-heavy articles. Anyway, here we go.

On the road to Serbija, Prosjek.

The road.

At the end of the first day, we see the monastery of Dobrun. Time for a break! The initial building dates back to the fourteenth century, but was completely destroyed under the Ottoman empire. Most of what can see today is less than 200 years old.

Monastery front side

Inside the monastery backyards.
Panoramic view, check it out.

View from the monastery

Travellers resting at the monastery.

A last bridge, and it's time to set up our first real, fully-fledged camp, featuring a tent, fireplace and harmonica.

Last sight before twilight.

Fully-fledged camping place.

It turns out we are already next to the border. So we cross it next morning. Goodbye Bosnia and Herzegovina, we'll see each other in ten years! In the meantime, we go past Mokra Gora, a nice small town with a lot of wooden houses. Definitely a nice sight.

A cimetery in Mokra Gora.

Random house in Mokra Gora

“Good trip” in French. Bye Mokra Gora!

Serbian roads, random sightings

Again…

Yet another view.

Next day, weather getting better. Enjoy Serbia in November!

Would still not believe it's November.

But it really is!

Hard times in Autumn…

After two days, first Serbian encounter. Milan invited us to sleep at his place, and then he showed us around. Unfortunately we forgot to bring the camera along. It's a shame, the view from the top of the hill over the mountains was astonishing. Also, one of his main activities in his leisure time is to jump around in the city, climbing walls, and everything. We get some basic training of jumping over a barrier and climbing big walls in no time. Funny time. We get back on the road the next day.

Milan and I, in Zlatibor, a ski resort with a nice lake when the snow is not there.

Random sighting

Approaching Užice. Yet another city lurking at the feet of mountains.

We reach Užice in the middle a gloomy, cold afternoon. It is a very long way down the dusty cliff road, seeing the city grow as we get closer and closer. Disappointingly, it's also a very small town. A lot of inhabitants, but only one big street and a very small center, mostly dead in the evening. Not to mention it's the coldest big city of all Serbia. We will sleep in a building, squat-style, buy some new winter clothes now the cold is there, and get the hell out of this place, towards a very small village near the border, about 50km to the north-west.

Myself in Užice

Kadinjača, monument to the Workers Battalion, that was annihilated there in 1941 while defending Užice against the nazi armies.

Another view of the monument. It is at the top of a hill, about 5km north of Užice.

Random view, again.

On the road.

That's it! This roads led us to Bajina Bašta after a wrong turn, about 15km from our intended destination. We are still there at the moment, about 2 weeks after. More on those two weeks in next entry, as soon as possible!