Montenegro with Dolomite

Traveling on the road in Montenegro means entering a country with no highways or traffic lights, a nomadic country of ancient warriors that turn and change houses at the rhythm of the seasons and its mountain ranges: if in fact, in winter, most of the population is concentrated in the capital of Podgorica, during the spring most of the Montenegrins return to populate the area of ​​the mountains to the north, and of the valleys.

Montenegro is in fact a rich green lung for strong hearts, on the roads there are neither guardrails nor lights, and all the distances that appear short on paper, in fact, are real road adventures. People are open, nice and almost always available, light years away from the lazy stereotype of the typical Balkan character.

Then there are some panoramas that really leave you breathless, not so much for the beautiful monasteries present along the roads, to which we Europeans are fortunately accustomed, but I mean waterfalls, crystal clear waters, uninhabited valleys, shepherds, flocks of sheep and rams, groups of horses free in the wild, which fill this journey with experiences, contacts and breaks ... unforgettable.

Nature is the true protagonist of this enchanting place. We descend the Tara river, the second longest Canyon in the world after the American one in Colorado, aboard a rafting boat. There are no hotels but only campsites and its waters are immaculate and virgin like those of a Mexican Cenote. The desire to dive is greater than the cold water that should make you give up, but please, here as in life: throw yourself in!

The outdoor here rhymes with the unique Southern Alps of Europe, a place very similar to our Gran Sasso but still more silent and mystical. We get lost with our notebooks in the mountains of Durmitor and its straw and harsh colors, there is not a single living soul and we enjoy the beauty in perfect contemplation. We arrive at the black lake and then at the national park of Gora along the slopes of these absurd landscapes and our eyes are refreshed with new emotions, that only nature can let you try. We fall in love and we pass by Plav to live a little of that medievalness that has remained closed in the setting of this landscape. We arrive at the lakes of Scutari, the largest lake in the Balkans that extends for 450 kilometers.

Sailing on this water mirror we find ourselves in a mix between Asia and Scotland where the grumpy desolation of the Mediterranean scrub leaves room for more than 350 species of birds that return each year to this paradise. Mass tourism is not possible here now, Montenegro is too steep as its coast, with the exception of Budva and Sveti, it never gives the impression of having really homologated to this type of traveler. The sea is crystal clear and clean like the one of neighboring Croatia, everything is lush and green, and when you go away from the small domestic airport that hosts only three airlines, you can easily understand why you would want to stay longer to experience and explore it again and again.

Because you know, if there’s one thing in the world that never bores you and makes you feel better, that is the nature, and here in Montenegro there’s free space for all free hearts!