OMG.
I had this lovely idea we would be walking along rivers admiring the wild flowers and seeing charming scenes of village life Balkan style.
Well the reality was far from this . Our stamina was duly tested as the day unfolded but we emerged victorious if a trifle battle worn.
Our day began with this delicious dish called Branista a filo and egg confection light as a feather and a large packed lunch just in case we had a space left.
Our hostess and her grand daughter drove us to the area known as the Wonder Bridges,amazing rock structures high in the hills above the villages.
Brad and I spent ages trying to decipher the map we were given by Simon but all so unfamiliar we were apprehensive,plus our written instructions were a little strange as they were translated by non English speaking people .
The hostess left us to it after we had admired the bridges so onwards and upwards it proved . We climbed high above the tree line through many types of fir trees of all hues,pastures of meadow flowers and views from a dizzying height it seemed . The way was sometimes rocky and rough underfoot so I was glad of my stick . You need to be a mountain goat to survive here.
Downhill was the biggest challenge and the three hour hike on paper turned into six as we negotiated our way down glacial tracks gutted by rain and obstacles designed to impede our progress.
Eventually we staggered into our guest house to be revived by a shower and another lovely meal of kebabs and a potato bake,salad and Tiramasu to finish us off.
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