So, the next day we made it to our place of interest. The place was called Uvac national park, and if you’ve never heard of it, make sure to remember the name, which is the name of the river also, going through it. It has a uniquely bending shape, as the water carved the limestone through the ages, the sharpest turn being around 270 degrees, and really deep because of a dam at the southern end of the park. I have never seen anything like it, and I don’t think I will ever forget the stunning views.

The first day we arrived there we just hid the bikes and walked the 5km hiking trail curving 100m above the canyon, but of course the sun went away just as we reached the last and best lookout point. There, in the middle of nowhere lies a small house and garden around it, with an elderly couple. As the rain started to drip, we were invited in to stay dry until the storm passed, but as it happens so many times with nice and hospitable people around the Balkans, they didn’t speak a hint of English. Luckily we had Serbian downloaded on Google translate and tried communicating on that at first, but as the thunders became louder and more frequent, they made us put the phone away, in fear of the lightning. So there we were, sitting in awkward silence next to each other for almost an hour, and I would like to stay this does not happen often, but I wouldn’t tell the truth, although this was a bit extreme.

Eventually they got tired of it and produced a half broken umbrella from somewhere, and we half run half walked the way back to the starting point. Surprisingly we found a group of people having a kind of a grill party (the most common thing in the Balkans in the summer) in the small café, and naturally we were encouraged to join them. Alan couldn’t refuse at least three rakia shots, but I managed to get some juice instead (and got ridiculed for it), and we had a fun time speaking through the phone and telling them about our adventures, which left them awestruck.