Titograd

At one place, while twisting and turning on a hilly section of road, a policemen motioned us to slow down, then we saw a Mercedes upside down in our lane. At another place there are two women, one knitting, the other just sitting, tending some cows grazing at the side of the road. It’s cold this morning, (in June) smoke is curling from many chimneys. The huge rocky mountains ahead look a lot like the Dolomite Mountains in northern Italy, and again there is one tunnel after another.

The mountains along here are unusual. The mountains look like they have been built with huge jagged stone blocks set in place for miles, and for hundreds, or thousands of feet high. Plants and trees are growing in the crevices. The water in the river far below is a beautiful teal blue. A most unusual sight.

Titograd is a nice town, with wide streets, plenty of stores, and several large parks. Only no one thought of mowing the grass, pulling the weeds, and tending to the flowers. Still rainy with lots of clouds. Stopped at the flea market and found not much of interest, except a scale we can use to weigh the propane gas bottle to determine when it’s getting empty.

In a small grocery store, Emmy wanted to buy some eggs, and after going “cluck, cluck” they pointed to a small booth outside. It appeared that since someone is selling eggs at a small booth nearby, the grocery store isn’t allowed to sell them.

As we headed west, we passed a fishing village, Golubovic. The road crosses the lake on a causeway, and left the village untouched. There are boats and little houses, a charming sight, but there’s no place to stop on the causeway to take a picture.

As we entered one town, a man stopped us to present a card advertising the nearby “Restaurant Pelikan.” The words were in German, and there is a map on the back of the card. We weren’t far from the Adriatic Sea, but the mountain is so steep that at one place the road climbs out over nowhere, on a “bridge” that makes a complete circle on stilts. Reminds us of the “Pigtail” road near Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota, and another spot on an Autobahn in southern Switzerland.

At another steep curve, a women is tending goats and cows in the middle of the road! In Yugoslavia we expect animals, people, or vehicles to be in the middle of the road at every curve, so we’re prepared, and it’s been no problem, so far.

We drive as if we expect that, and none of us have ever been surprised — so far!