Danilovgrad

In Danilovgrad we again have discrepancies about the sleeping location but I have to admit that the chosen meadow north of river Zeta just opposite of the city centre proves to be an awesome place. Even though I get woken up at night by a hedgehog sniffing at my hair and later in the early morning by two idiotic dogs barking at us in the dark for about 20 minutes without any reason. We start with a nice breakfast. Our sleeping bags are covered with tiny crumbs of ash. The forests around are burning, the air is smoky and preventing a clear view. A familiar bacon flavour is emitted from all things you touch. We start with a bath but today is getting really hot. "Hot" as in "really damn fuckin' bloody hot"!Read more