First night and day at camp Kljajevica Luka

After making myself comfortable, exchanging some words with the owners with my minimal Serbian, making friends with cats and dogs who are actually also real good friends!)

Like cat an dog in a good way...

My sweet little hut and my 2 new friends.

The dog is going to be the guardian of my hut and sleep in front of it every night from now on... After some while of righting in my journal and playing with the cat and dog, a car drives in. A girls comes out, chats with the owner (her cousin actually) and they point to me. The new girls comes over and asks if i speak German. Sure do! Her name is Nevena, she is coming from Germany to visit her family. She is a smiling, energetic, curious and very welcoming person. She really doesn't want me to get bored and invites me to go to have a couple drinks tonight with her cousin. The discussion with Nevena is very interesting, she had a tough life between immigration and war. This once again certainly relativizes the problems i might have or the problems i hear from people around me in Lausanne.

The view ou t my mini window on my first moring in the camp.

Getting into the wild, end and climax of an epic jurney

Speed is bending us... 0 kms and 4 cars in more then an hour but we got the smille :)

After more than one hour and a half, we had allready chated with the old farmer cuting his grass and offered our help cutting and picking up the grass. The poor guy must have been at least 70 and had a whole field to go. He declied the help aked where we were from and when we said we were Frensh, he told us stuff about De Gaule and the brothership between frensh and serbs. Funny becaus after the NATO bombing, most young people dont consider frensh like friends... An other generation thing. The comunication is not easy, my serbian is poor but getting richer every day!
We then saw the group of hitchhickers we passed in the car more then an hour ago catches up with us, they were walking and we were just waiting. We decided to start walking as well. The next car picked us up for 5 more kilometers... An other farmer speaking no english and going to his field for the grass. Laughter and smiles. We go on walking and a crazy driving combi bus (VW) drives pass use and does some sing of sorry, but finaly stopes 100 meters further. We run, and catch him, jump in and goooooo!!! This is the craziest drive so far, feels like a scene from "On the Road" (J. Kerouac) Crazy driving, crazy position over the stearing wheel, constantly turning around saying things in a captivating fashion, not always understood at first but always keeping trying until we understand. His wife a bit of a crazy person also, all smiles, all ears. They then see my german croatian book and start reading sentences out of it. The drivers smokes like a mad man, some Gipsy tabaco, strong smell strong stast, loads of nikotine. He drives, smokes, reads the book and tells us stories about his time as a truck driver and his mate who drove over the cliff, into the worlds second largest canyon: the Tara canyon (can easaly be seen on the google map). Amazing drive!! and a longer one too, we get to the Tara bridge where he has to go right and we go left, up in the mountains!

Tara Bridge at sunset

The rest of the road is a lot of excitment, laughter, singing, stories about our respective homes (mine and Alains, my traveling compagnon from haute savoie!). 20 kms to go! we walk a bit and get picked up by a singer, he calls his frensh speaking wife to whom we speak a while and explain the trip. He then drives us trought the magnifisent plato up there, sunset, orang light, light beams trought the trees, fog emaning from the street.... an unreal, fantastic landscape i still regret taking no pictures of. It felt somewhat like scotland (i have never been there...) but so green, so fogy, and this sunset light...
And we finaly get to Zabljak in this magical atmosphere. We shortly meet El Coyote in front of the mall and do some basic shoping before finding a spot to camp and cook some long hot food!