The famous one beer
As the quote goes “Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans”. So it goes for this adventure, every aspect of this adventure that I had planned has gone wrong.
My plan was to go on this adventure with my motorcycle fixed… Guess what… with lack of the parts bike could not be fixed and I decided to go on this adventure with a shaky motorbike… when I say shaky I mean it’s shaking like never ending earthquake. After half an hour driving it you get used to it. I did not have to go on the trip but I did not want to miss last beautiful days of the summer. for any one asking motorbike model is Kawasaki KLR650.
That night I went for a famous one beer, as I have not learned that there is no “one beer”
Story begins a day before the go-off, I had planned to wake up at 5-6 and arrive at Uvac in the evening hours. You can tell it did not happen like that. That night I went for a famous one beer, as I have not learned that there is no “one beer”. I woke up at 9 packed my stuff and went on my way. They say you can not forget first love and I can not forget the first time I went up the mountain Tara. So I decided to go to Uvac over mountain Tara. Known road, beautiful landscapes and all of a sudden sign for a canyon of a small river. Unplanned turn to dirt road. Nice little creek, nice views… Should I continue or go back to the main road…
Tara mountain and being low on fuel ‘somewhere’
I continue down the creek, up the mountain, passing small villages and children. As soon as they see me they run to the streets and wave. I reach the top of an uphill road and I am rewarded with a beautiful view on mountain Tara. Few minutes after that motorcycle is trying to tell me something… no more fuel! I panic a bit and then remember the reserve… I turn it on and thinking to my self ‘please work’ (I was afraid since on this motorbike lot’s of stuff that you would think should work normally… don’t….) and to my surprise motorbike continues like nothing happened!
Few minutes after that motorcycle is trying to tell me something… no more fuel
With motorbikes need under control I start the descend to the main road hoping reserve will last… 15 minutes later asphalt! I reach city of Bajina Bašta, fill up the fuel into my thirsty animal and stop at the famous Drina house to rest.
Reaching Zlatibor mountain
It’s starting to get dark and I’m half way to Zlatibor and not even near Uvac – my planned destination. I decide to find a place somewhere on Zlatibor. After finding a place I decide to go for a walk and check out downtown of Zlatibor. I have seen some nice beer tavern and decided to go there after dinner. Finished my dinner and noticed domestic music has taken over and decided to skip it and go to sleep.
Early in the morning there was fog, you can see 20m. I wait for the sun to disperse a bit of fog, as soon as it happened I drive to check out more of Zlatibor. Not many people can be seen, mostly people working on constructions for upcoming season. I wrap up the tour and went on my way to Uvac. As soon as I get on my bike I notice I have lost one glove, I ran to the Chinese shop and get myself skiers gloves. I continue the ride and find some dirt roads and have fun on them a bit.
Finally arriving to Uvac
I reach some bridge and I notice the sign for river Uvac… Finally I reached the river that made me go to this trip. Checking out the bridge, nothing special… I go to the dirt road on the left hoping for something better… anything… road takes me under the bridge, right, left up the hill and WHAM…. beautiful view on the bridge. The simple bridge that looked like nothing special has its own beauty. Sometimes getting closer to stuff doesn’t mean you’ll see more, going back a bit gives you the bigger picture.
I reach the Uvac dam and ask them where should I got? They explain to me dirt road that doesn’t follow the Uvac all the way but there are beautiful landscapes. I continue the ride and again small beautiful villages, mostly muslim and every of them has nice small mosk. I seem to be interesting to the children that see me, they run along my side and older people seeing me and thinking “what the hell are you doing here”?
The simple bridge that looked like nothing special has its own beauty. Sometimes getting closer to stuff doesn’t mean you’ll see more, going back a bit gives you the bigger picture.
Canyon of river Uvac is one of those places that is not talked about much, it is not known as Tara or Zlatibor but it’s actually one of the nicest places in Serbia. I have not visited Uvac as much as I have planned though… There are no photos of griffon vulture (vulture that was almost extinct 20 years ago and now there are almost 300 of them), there are no photos from viewpoints on beautiful Uvac meanders and photos of people living there in villages consisting of 3-4 houses. Uvac is also known to be home of the many bird species, brown bear and wolves!
Even at the exit of national park Uvac there is farewell view on beautiful pasture and just behind Sjenica lake. Only thing to do is sit, take a deep, mountain air, breath, rest and get back on the road and think about Uvac… how is it like here in winter, spring, or summer… and when am I gonna get back here again? I started my ride to Kragujevac and I make the wrong turn and go to the unplanned visit to the city of Novi Pazar. Nervouse becuase it’s night and mountain roads I finally go out of Novi Pazar and I speed to the Kragujevac. Night was cold but as I enter the city it starts to be warmer. Just in front of the hotel I notice half of the licence plate is missing… how? I have no idea.
Kragujevac forgotten history
In the morning I go for a coffee with a friend and she reminds of something that we learned in the school but totally forgot. One sentence was enough for me to remember everything “It was in country of a peasants in a mountainous Balkans where died company of students in one day”.
German forces shot few thousands innocent people among whom were students. In that time there were rebellions against german forces and germans started killing 50 civilians for every wounded and 100 civilians for every dead soldier. First they did it in villages because that’s where most of the rebellions started and after that they started doing it in Kragujevac. People were taken under excuse of changing their ID’s so there was no resistance.
In the museum can be seen messages left by the students to their parents and of them goes like this: “Don’t send bread tomorrow”. Not much of a message, no emotions but then again evokes so much of it, message doesn’t say what will happen tomorrow but still it’s obvious.
In that time there were rebellions against German forces and Germans started killing 50 civilians for every wounded and 100 civilians for every dead soldier
In Kragujevac you can visit museum called 21. October and memorial park “Kragujevac October” to learn more about what happened here. For this article the photo of the monument to the kids of class V-III would be better but I did not have enough time to go there.
Long way back
On the way back I visit the monument for the Partizans in Second World War – Kosmaj. On this place was formed “Kosmajska Posavska” company in order to act around Danube and town of Mladenovac.
There was about two hours to reach home but that doesn’t matter… In my head I’m thinking what we have in our backyard but we don’t appreciate it, we don’t show anything to our people or the international tourists. We can say we have the most beautiful national parks in Europe, monuments and events that send tinglings down your spine when you hear stories behind them and history that we have to learn first and then be proud of it.