Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

The gorge is the entrance
Old growth elm tethering themselves down on the steep sides
There is a village that has no where to go but up. Asphalt paved right up to the stone apartment walls

Death and nazi treachery still could be heard on the wind. Folks tried to hide in this ecosystem only to have dogs sniff them out and bullets lay them to rest.

Grandpa remembers

We found this bridge. It looked inviting after pushing 25 K up hill all day and needing a camp site. We found one carved out way above the water line. In the morning grandpa came out of no where, from the forest above (this happens all the time here). He seemed to remember a time when the river swelled up so high it took this landing we called camp -out

The whole walk through this gorge was plagued by reminders of death by car accident. There were some points where there was a tomb stone every 10 meters.

Sleeping outside in primordial ecosystems can not be explained. It should be experienced.

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Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

Time forgot this place.

The local market offers tasty creamy homemade vanilla ice cream.

Today was one of those rare days when a traveler/adventurer like your self crosses your path.

He took a bicycle tour of Serbia’s lakes, recording sound, words and what ever else he explored.

Hear he is: http://emptytruthme.tumblr.com/page/14

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Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

Walnut man told us about this source of clean water

Photo: Wilhelm Cortez
http://globalritualtheater.weebly.com/

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Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

Paprika time.

Autumn brings the fresh garden grown paprika out to dry.

The gift of kindness from strangers.

Cane’s family invited us to stay.

Everyone around Bela Palanka knows Cane.

Photo: Wilhelm Cortez

http://globalritualtheater.weebly.com/

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Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

Cane was cleaning his carpets at the small dam. I said hello to him and after he was done he asked us over for coffee.

We ate chillis and drank rakija instead.

He painted a wagon and used to have a donkey.

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Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

Climbing Trem was tiring for us all. Before we crossed Suva Planina Mycro passed out in the shadow of my backpack.

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Walking Serbia

Walking Serbia

Found a pit to sleep next to the first night.

On to a road that disappears. We follow what we think is a marker for a county line.

Mycro gets spooked from humans in the trail. We meet the Mountain Club of Nis. There was some work to be done on the trail.

Mycro gets stung on his butt and has a royal freak out.

We come into a small village for bread and cheese feast.

We pick up the black dog and Mycro makes a friend.

Slept under an old pear tree with a view and sunset to die for.

 

Photo:  Wilhelm Cortez

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