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Day 50: Gornje Bare jezero to Tijentište via Borić view point

Kristen

The sun hits the tent just right in the morning. Warm and strong after the cool night beside the lake, it eases me awake and begins to dry off the dew that accumulates each night on the tent. Mmm. Time for a tiny sleep-in, as the sun gets to work. I love it when things happen simultaneously. It’s like being at home with the washing machine going; despite the fact you’re not actually doing anything, the washing is still being done and thus I feel productive! I love that.

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Day 49: Štirinsko jezero to Gornje Bare jezero

Callum

Part 1: Country Pancake

There are a few flies buzzing around my face, so I pull my hat down over my eyes and concentrate on enjoying the sun. I’m lying on the thin bench of a picnic table, using my pack as a pillow, but it’s kind of hard to balance. Not as relaxing as I’d like.

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Day 48: B&B at Lalović family, Jelašca to Štirinsko jezero

Kristen

I’m sat beside Štirinsko jezero on an old wooden bench. The sun is just beginning to settle into evening colours, the sky blues fading softly to periwinkle. A gentle breeze stirs the surface of the lake water and bobs the heads of the flowers, swaying like tiny, puffy pink bottle brushes. Green hills sleep placidly at the lakes edge like Labradors, the foothills of their paws and lumps of their soft heads dipping up and down before disappearing into the water. Speckled with little limestone noses. It’s such a peaceful campsite. The best way I can describe today is as a day of luxury – luxurious food, luxurious mountain, luxurious campsite.

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Day 46: Ljuta to Simovića kuće, Vlaholje via Lukavac

Kristen

It feels like we’ve been on the road a long time. Packing up the tent, putting on my hiking shirt that hasn’t been washed since Jablanica, and possibly won’t be again until we reach Montenegro. Gently toeing down the steep bank, back to the road where we left off yesterday. In a few minutes it feels as if we never stopped. But surprisingly, it’s not in a bad way.

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