Montenegro - Pure Atmosphere

The next day, I left my hostel early after not sleeping well. I made my way to the bus station getting into a bus to Ostrog. The scenery was green and grey and wide. I jumped off the bus and looked around. The monastery I wanted to visit was on the very top of the mountain infront of me. The hell would I walk up there. So I looked around and found a driver that would actually drive me up the hill. The street wound itself in hundreds of curves up and up and up until we finally arrived. I told my driver to wait for about an hour while I was looking at everything the religious site had to offer. It was a stunning view and a very calm and serene atmosphere around the monastery. After the hour, I went back to the driver that would bring me to Cetinje. Here, I explored a bit the city and found the beautiful estate of the Monastery of Cetinje where I decided to sinfully make a playground out of it.
After damning my soul, I looked around for another driver who could bring me to the Mausoleum of Petar II Petrovic-Njegos in Lovcen Nationalpark. I didn't need long and found a man who drove me onto the next mountain. As sunny and spring-like it was, as cold and snowy it was here. The higher we rose, the more snow lay around the trees up until the point where we couldn't drive anymore. So, I jumped out of the car and convinced my driver to wait for me until I came back. I climbed the snowy mountain, sinking deep into the white mass. My hands were freezing, touching the snow. My shoes and pants were wet after a while. Finally I arrived at the bottom of the Mausoleum but that had to be the end of my snow-adventure. I stood infront of the snow-covered stairs up to the entry. I was about to start the climb when a man from above called "Hey, you! It's closed! It's closed!" Fuck. I had endured this cold odysee for nothing. Well...not nothing actually. I turned around and saw the picturesque view I had. Okay, then. It has been worth it!
I took some photos and made my way back to my driver who has had waited rather patiently for me. Thankfully, I entered the car and asked him to bring me to the bus station in Cetinje.
There, I got a bus to Budva, the big city at the Adriatic sea. It grew darker and darker whilst we drove up a mountain and then downhill again. Finally, I could make out the lights and behind them, the sea. I was really getting sick from all these serpetines, so I was very glad when the bus finally arrived and I made the last metres to my apartment by foot.もっと詳しく