Đurđevića Tara Bridge
Week one of your Montenegrin holiday was spent mostly in the north-west, travelling through the hills. In week two you headed back towards the coast, driving south in a large loop along the eastern side of the country. Sights were seen along the way. Fun was had.
The first stop was Đurđevića Tara Bridge — a 365 m long 116 m high five-arched bridge. It had some history, mostly war related, and had been repaired and rebuilt several times.
It looked impressive spanning the huge canyon. There were adventurous zip-lines and souvenir shops all over the place, turning it into a typical tourist stop. Probably worth passing. Two stars.
The road leading away from the bridge zigzagged down into the canyon to the river below. The deeper you descended the darker and greener the surroundings became. It would have been an amazing hike if taken on foot. Maybe next time.
Half way to your next base of operations, you passed Biogradska Gora National Park — one of the last three European virgin forests. You paid a modest entrance fee, but passed up the offer of fresh strawberries being sold by a girl at the gate. Very, very tempting.
Lake Biograd in the middle of the nation park was small but very pretty. It had an educational path all the way around it with picnic spots along the way. May was especially interested in the plants with umbrella-sized leaves, almost falling off the boardwalk during her investigation.
The national park was traversed by one road split into two parts — one half was a boring sealed road and the other half was an adventurous rocky scramble. It was democratically decided not to take the adventurous way through (the car would have died).
Instead, you took the main road to Berane and up to Lubnice, which was still kinda adventurous. Numerous rockslides had punched holes in the asphalt and buggered the barriers. It was a little unnerving.
Lubnice Bee Farm
Kuca Kljajica Organic Farm and Apiary in Lubnice offered farm stays in their 1918 traditional family house. You booked in for a couple of days hoping for good weather and tasty local food.
The family, who lived below in Berane, came up into the mountains to work on the farm and offer hospitality to guests. The farm grew seasonal vegetables, made honey and distilled plum schnapps; all of which were served-up in abundance under their outdoor gazebo. Somehow, everything was made with cucumber. Not complaining; was tasty.
The old wooden house offered all the basics: a font door, a roof and several drafty walls enclosing a table, some chairs and six short beds. It was rustic and functional, but you hit your head on the low doorframes a lot. The bathroom was newly renovated, which did not match the rest of the house, but running water was a welcome exception.
That evening you had some house schnapps with the father while his daughters fussed over May. She was only interested in the farm cat.