Unfortunately, the car they delivered to us was much smaller than the one we had booked. They claimed that the latter had been held up in Turkey and that, if we wished, they would swap the car over the next day. When they discovered that we would be in Zabljak (about 2 hours direct drive from Podgorica) for the next 4 nights, they weren’t so keen to organise the exchange, saying that if we really weren’t happy with the smaller car, they would drive the larger one to us when we are staying at the next destination, Kotor. We really should have withheld some of the payment (which was cash only) in order to hold them to their word, but we didn’t think quickly enough. Surprisingly, our 4 cases just managed to squeeze in the boot, and there was sufficient room inside for us and our smaller bags.
The drive to Zabljak took us through rugged mountain terrain and on to the Biogradska National Park where we stopped to circumnavigate the beautiful lake on foot, taking countless photos to try and capture its beauty. The temperature here was much more pleasant than down on the plains. Whilst the increasing cloud cover had threatened to spoil our walk, the sun magically reappeared for our visit to Lake Biograd. In the distance, the thunder rumbled, but the storm stayed well away.
Our next stop was to look at the impressive Tara Bridge over the Tara Canyon. Not for the faint-hearted are 3 ziplines that whizz people across the canyon — fortunately, or unfortunately, we are all faint-hearted, although Gitti said she would have liked to have had a go. 25 euros is perhaps a little too pricey for a ride that is over in less than a minute!
We arrived at our accommodation at around 7pm. I made a quick phone call to the proprietor who turned up with the keys within about 5 minutes. Each couple has a basic apartment with a small kitchen for approximately $80/night.
Gitti and I walked 10 minutes into the small town of Zabljak — in winter, this is a busy ski resort town. It’s Montenegro’s equivalent of St Moritz in Switzerland, but of course a lot poorer. We bought a few supplies from the large supermarket and then returned ‘home’ for a delicious pasta dinner prepared by our resident chef, Michael. It was quite late when we finally called it a day.