Day 3 started off cold, damp and rainy. Much like Day 2.
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Ruined building shelter for the night |
I was now "off the map" as far as my planning was concerned, but was fairly sure that if I headed south and east, I would end up at Nedajno to get access to the Sušica Canyon. After a few hours wandering along misty minor roads, I did arrive at Nedajno, and to my surprise saw a house with a Nikšićko Pivo beer sign, selling food and drink.
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Café in Nedajno |
I certainly wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth, since it was the first eating establishment I'd seen in 3 days. However there didn't appear to be anyone around. I checked the potato field round the back, and suddenly a lady appeared. I couldn't understand what she was telling me, but eventually worked out that I should head round the back into the kitchen and hang my wet stuff up over the stove. Meanwhile I dug out my Serbian phrase-book and managed to ask for bread, cheese and tea.
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хлеб , сир и чај |
The other funny thing that happened was that as soon as the lady realised I was English, she phoned her daughter and handed me the phone. I thought her daughter might be in the village and about to pop round for a cup of tea, but it transpired she was in Pluzine, which is about 10 miles away, so I just asked her how the weather was, and if she thought it would improve for tomorrow. She told me I would be fine to climb Bobotov Kuk tomorrow, which I found reassuring.
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Potato field at Nedajno |
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Leaving Nedajno |
Leaving Nedajno, I felt much refreshed from sitting in the warmth and having my first proper bite to eat for 3 days. I had imagined rough hiking trail would follow next into Sušica Canyon, so was surprised to find a brand new tarmac road, albeit strewn with fallen rocks from the unprotected cliff faces.
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Road into Sušica Canyon |
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Wooded trail in Sušica Canyon |
At the base of the canyon the trail levelled out, then slowly climbed through forest, before a steeper section to Škrčko Jezero and the Skrka Mountain Hut. I had no idea if the Skrka hut would be manned, or sell any provisions, or would even be open. So I had more or less prepared myself for another night of camping. However when the hut came into view, I could see smoke rising from the chimney and a horse outside, so I figured somebody must be around.
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Skrka Mountain Hut |
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Horse keeping guard |
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Another night of luxury accommodation |
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Cold and basic inside the Skrka Hut |
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Spartan interior of Skrka Hut |
There was guardian for the hut, but he didn't speak a word of English and promptly disappeared. The main door didn't close properly, or at all, so it was bitterly cold inside. I slept with all my clothes on, inside my sleeping bag, and with a blanket, and was still cold.
There was nothing to eat at the hut, so for the 3rd night in a row my evening meal consisted of a handful of nuts I'd bought in Glasgow before I left.
It was cloudy over Bobotov Kuk, but I was hoping the weather would improve tomorrow.
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