A drive to the north reveals Montenegro is actually just one big stunning mountain range with a few plains being farmed in between looking oh so very neat and picture postcard.
Salt lake with no salt, Black lake that is green and surrounded by mountains, still with snow on their slopes and my favorite kind of forest – pine (I’m in heaven walking through a massive pine forest). An impressive bridge spanning the second deepest gorge in the world. Rolling hills with triangle roofed cottages dot the landscape.
A side trip to Ostrog Monastery and the most human chaos I have experienced in a long time!! They said it was amazing… Maybe on the other 363 days of the year it is!! This idiot went on the weekend of the pilgrimage of Saint Basil. The road up is just big enough for two cars to pass inches apart – God forbid you hit a coach coming the other way – you lose!!! At the top are an estimated 10k people, that have walked there from all over Montenegro most of them barefoot. You get to the top and have to walk over bodies, the pilgrims sleep here to queue up to enter the one person at a time chamber of Saint Basil. He used to be open (yes, decaying corpse) but they covered him when people started snapping bits off him!!!!!). I marveled at the religious dedication and headed down the mountain as quickly as the road allowed.