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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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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