Sheep were grazing in the pasture with a friendly shepherd herding them and smiling at us when we stopped to photograph. He knew no other language than his own, which is completely strange to us, but we managed a conversation using hand gestures and facial expressions - it worked perfectly.
The higher we drove, the more ragged and bare the mountains got, displaying no trees but only low bushes and shrubs. And it started to get really cold and windy.
Our aim was to reach lake Valovito. We found it, but it was almost dry now before winter, nevertheless the view was taking our breath away.
And there in the middle of nowhere stood this small solitary hut, a tiny mountain restaurant with an energetic owner, who spoke to us in high speed servo-croatic, but we "understood" his whole speech :-) and told him we don't want soup, but coffee. He made us the best and hottest coffee ever, which we had outside on his terrace near the wood logs for heating the stove, warming our hands on the cups.
Then the clouds broke and rain started heavily pouring down and we slowly headed back to our hotel.
Photographs by Uri Eshkar.