Old Road Trip – Mokra Gora and Visegrad

What is it in our human nature that makes us so addicted to exploration? That glorious feeling of seeing the unseen and witnessing something for the first time… Priceless!

Looking through some files and photos on my computer I found these. Nine months ago we went on a one day excursion to Mokra Gora and Visegrad. On this trip the idea of our blog was born.

It was a cold and dark October morning and we had to get up at 4 A.M. to catch a bus at 6. We couldn’t wait to snuggle in the bus and snooze for a little while longer.

As we were getting close to Mokra Gora the sky brightened up to a beautiful, sunny day. Yay! With our bags full of healthy food, munching and talking, we reached our first destination in a few hours.

The nature itself is amazing, green everywhere and the fresh mountain air is like a remedy to our city lungs. Rural houses were literally moved here to create this village – Drvengrad. There is also a hotel here, Mecavnik, which actually consists of these houses. Although occupied with the tourists at the moment, it still has some natural and peaceful vibe to it. When we seemingly passed through the majority of the village, we sat at one restaurant-café and enjoyed a cup of tea. The mixture of herbs was an instant childhood reminder. We wanted to look around more and saw a trim trail that seemed to be leading around the mountain. But, alas, the time for departure was soon upon us so we said goodbye to Drvengrad and promised ourselves we will be back again sometime.

We continued our trip to Visegrad full of impressions. And soon enough, there we were, at the border. We spend at least an hour, but probably longer, both on our and Bosnian border. It seemed like forever until we were moving again.

Finally, we reached our second destination – Visegrad and the beautiful Mehmed Pasa Sokolovic Brigde. It was an overwhelming feeling, standing on that bridge which stood there for centuries. It had seen so much and it made us feel like we were the part of the history, just by being there.

Not far from the bridge we were led by our guide to visit Andricgrad, another town-project of Emir Kusturica, dedicated to novelist Ivo Andric. His Nobel award-winning novel The Bridge on the Drina is the story about people and their lives throughout history, where Mehmed Pasa Sokolovic Bridge stood as a silent witness of time passing by.

After spending some time at Andricgrad, we had some free time left to explore, so we strolled around Visegrad and came back to the bridge. On the other side, there is a hill with the steep stairs where you can climb. So we went upwards. The stairs are occasionally crumbly and uneven, which made our climbing that much harder. Finally, we reached the top. It is a beautiful, in a way isolated viewpoint of the bridge, river and surrounding area. There is a bench at the top and it made me wonder for how long it was there and how many people sat there. Both happy and in love couples or sad and longing lovers?

It was getting darker and colder and our meet up time was nearly there, so we slowly descended down. Passed over the bridge and gave it one last look before entering the bus that would take us home. The ride was long and we were tired and enchanted by everything we’ve seen. It was nearly midnight when we got home. What a long and fulfilling day that was!

Even now, looking at these photos, I fell like it was only yesterday and leaves me craving for a new road trip, to see something new, something we’ve never seen before.

6 thoughts on “Old Road Trip – Mokra Gora and Visegrad

  1. Thanks for sharing photos from your travels! Looks beautiful and peaceful. And of course, I am not surprised to see a kitty photo in there too. 🙂


    1. We love those kind of memories, where even years after you get the same feeling, every time you think of that day. We can still smell the mountain air, and feel the cool breeze on our skin. Leaves you yearning for more…


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