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HIKING WITH ME

Stories about searching for tales in the mountains

Hajla winter climb

In his preparation for Mt Everest, Safet Mavrić - Ćako spent a lot of time on his favorite mountain Hajla, which stands close to Rožaje, on the border between Montenegro and Kosovo. He was an experienced climber and mountaineer. On January 6th, 1997, he...

Stop longing for nature. Go there

"For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there...

Rainy Saturday along the valley of river Oraovštica

This rainy Saturday brought me a river Oraovštica I didn’t know exists and it flows hardly 20 kilometres from my hometown. We started from the road from Virpazar to Rijeka Crnojevica, parked on the asphalt and went further on by foot. We passed close to the village Oraovo.

The legend of Bukumirsko Lake

The Bukumirsko Lake legend was told to me on a pasture close to our farm house. Every day, at around the same time, an old shepherdess appeared from the old rural path with her flock of sheep. Even after so many years, in my mind's eye I can still see her sincere...

Treskavac – a place of living legends

(In literal translation Treskavac means «one who shakes») How many times have I watched in awe the chopped off peak of Treskavac, and tried to decipher during leisure summer time in Brskut (my ancestors’ village) the mystery of the ancient event that caused a part of the mountain to shake off its top and which created this huge stone avalanche?

Rumija – sea, lake and mountains – all in one

It seems fitting to start my first blog post typing on the phone, on a mountain peak where you can see both the Adriatic Sea and the biggest lake of my country – Skadar Lake. The mountain is Rumija, in the South of Montenegro, north of city of Bar.

Climbing Gran Paradiso

On 2735 meters above sea level we finally found refuge Vittorio Emanuele II. The surrounding area is all stones, a huge pile of rocks, which looked as if somebody, some titan probably, threw them there. No grass. No trees. Just stones and some snow in the distance. And the sound of water. Melting from the glacier.