2.
Clouds caused swiftly. The horizon has darkened. The mountains merged with the sky. A thunderstorm caught up with us. But having poured around the city as if from a bucket, having washed away people in shops, restaurants and shops - the thunderstorm went aside.
- Google, google - how much to Kravice?
- Fifty minutes handsome. Hurry up while the sun.
- fired.
Right. Left and right again. Fields, rivers, villages. Crossroads, hollows, houses, bridges. From hill to hill and down. Beautiful scenery in Bosnia.
Kravitsa waterfalls - national reserve. Do not drive past, do not get lost .. Everywhere helpful yellow signs. Ample parking. Wet stones still breathe rain. Friendly cashier in the window.
- Russians? Five euros per person!
Five euros was two years ago. Stability is a powerful thing.
A loop of steps down. And then you can and on the engine. Plus for the euro.
What a view. God, how did you create such beauty .. Her head is spinning!
You come out with some special delight with every click of the camera.
“Take me off this angle.”
- Wait, I'll sit down on the railing.
“Now from here.”
- And once again, that the waterfall is behind.
We cross the walkways closer. And here it is, this is a miracle. It seems possible to touch. You can listen. A whisper of water merges into an even rumble. Light suspension of endless spray. Delight. Leave me here!
Two years ago it was allowed to swim and climb the nearest stones. You can swim now, but there are fences. Probably and correctly.
Compared to Plitvice (Croatia), everything is compact. This is little Niagara. Here you can sit down. Here you need to drink coffee. Rafting or kayaking. Change clothes and plunge. In Plitvice, just look ... and not breathe whenever possible.
Leaving, we turn around. We take pictures. Click ..- While Kravitsa is Beauty.
Click - Maybe I'll see you again.
Gently - the serene Kravitsa. Divine star on the map of Bosnia.
3.
Two hours to Dubrovnik. And we, skillfully stretched the path to four. You just have to be seduced. On a shorter road. For less time. And relax, in the skillful instructions of Google map for example. And leave. Goat paths to high mountains. Where scary to look down from the window. Where the next round goes to the cloud.
You go so, you go. And a lake splashed on the side. Like a little sea below. With a boat on a shallow wave. And the sun slid down. Left its light beyond the mountains.
At the junction of the ridges, the booth surprised. Again?
Hello Customs.
The officer was surprised too.
- Only for locals, where are you?
- To Dubrovnik, of course.
He laughed, watching the navigator insistently call forward. We are sad.
- You just a little down and a detour.
Lord, well you did not send a meeting, not a single car. Only cyclists will disperse here. The rockfall that happened before us at the bend reinforced our impressions.
Seeing the sea, cried out cheers! Home and a half hours and a couple of gas stations with coffee and toilet. Plus customs again.
Goodbye Bosnia! We will see you! We love you!