Kristen
Some days, the blog posts feel like they write themselves. Today was one of those days.
Day 58: Mojkovac to Šiško jezero
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Day 57: Zabojsko jezero to Mojkovac
Callum
The Via Dinarica is advertised as a cultural experience, but usually we’re just in it for the mountains.
Not so today.
Day 55: Katun Lokvice to Zminičko jezero
Callum
Around 4 am the wind starts to ruffle our little green tent. He’s a strong tent, but it comes in long, heavy gusts that push the frame in one direction, hold it for a moment, and release.
Push, hold, release.
Day 47: Simovića kuće, Vlaholje to B&B at Lalović family, Jelašca
Callum
I’m practically hopping with excitement as we’re ushered through the Simovića household to the terrace table that is our designated eating area. It’s breakfast, and, after last night’s incredible dinner, expectations are high.
Day 39: Jablanica to Milanova koliba
Callum
It’s been four days – four glorious days – since last we hiked. Not that I don’t love hiking, but having single rest days all the time makes them seem a bit like Sundays; relaxing, but with the niggling knowledge that tomorrow you have to go back to work.
Day 38: Planinarski dom Vilinac to Jablanica
Kristen
(For all you Aussies back home, let me first just inform you that it’s pronounced Yab-lan-izia, not Jab-lan-eek-ah, as we have been referring to it for the past few weeks).
Day 34: Bošnjak Household in Prisoje to slopes of Orlov kuk near Omolje
Day 32: Ljut to Marinovac plaža at Buško jezero
(Also to be known as the first day in Bosnia and Herzegovina, and Callum’s birthday!)
Kristen
Waking up in Ljut, I see that it’s become super windy again. Good lord. I’ve never been in such a windy place in my life. To be honest, I’ve never really considered ‘wind’ to be an independent weather system, always just a byproduct or herald of another more important one, like rain or thunderstorms. But not here. Here, we have beautiful sunny days and wind like it’s the middle of a cyclone. Or rather, nearer the edges of a cyclone… Wherever the windiest bit is.
Day 31: Sinj to Ljut
Callum
Today was like one of those comic black and white films – perhaps a Chaplin – where everything moves in fast forward, and instead of dialogue there’s just a clanky piano playing circus tunes. The cops chase the robber through a door, the robber chases the cops through another, then they’re all being chased by a bear… you get the idea.
Day 30: Peručko jezero to Sinj
Kristen
Two cyclists sit on a bench outside a house where an old man is watering his vegetables with a hose. We’re walking along on the other side of the road. One of the cyclists, with a small beard on his chin, calls to us – where have we come from?
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