After a breakfast of bananas, yogurt, chopped nuts, cranberries and a sprinkle of granola we are back on the road. The weather is still rather gloomy but at least it is dry for now. We drive out of the village and follow the sign towards Prekopa. We hug the border with Bosnia as we head further East towards Serbia. Here, on the endemically war like frontier, almost any river or prominence bears a fortification of some kind. Ranging from hill top fortresses to barricaded look out points. Many villages still look torn apart by the recent war but finances outside the tourist towns & cities are limited.
We arrive in Lonjsko Polje nature area, which is located in the Posavina region, between the Sava River and Mount Moslavačka Gora. Situated along Lonja River, the swampland is rich in its flora and fauna and of course, culture. There are several villages in the area and our first stop Čigoć. The village famous for storks nesting on top of the wooden houses. The baby storks are probably a few months old now but they still cling to the nest whilst mother flies off for insects and food.
Farmhouses, simple and rickety, as quaint as any French village. When you look more closely, though, you can see that most of them don’t have glass in the windows, only wooden shutters to keep out the winter cold. The living space is squeezed on one level, with space below reserved for stores of grain, firewood, animal feed and the animals themselves. The attic space reserved as an ‘adapted’ smoking room. As the storks nest on the chimney the smoke from the wood burning fire vents in to the attic. The smoke slowly seeps out the roof once its smoked the cheese and ham. Old Yugo cars line the street.
We drive through the stork villages and its swamp land, passing more farms, fields of corn and plenty wild pigs rolling in the banks of the river. We pass a large army camp, more and more farms then the road pitter’s to a single track lane. Merrily bumbling along for miles and miles. Waving at the odd lone farmer.
After two hours of driving, we reach a bridge. A very low bridge with no height limit. We pause, way up the dimensions and just pray Vin fits through otherwise we have a long drive back. Inch by inch we edge under the bridge and breath a sigh of relief once we are through. We cross the river on a steel suspension bridge and then at long last onto a tarmac road.
An hour and a half later, we reach the Jasenovac on the Drava river near Bosnia. Overnight on the car park is not an issue. We spend an evening watching the locals fish on the river until once again, the storm arrive. Everyone takes shelter and we snuggle down to an episode of Luther.
Dear friends, beautiful pictures, landscapes and reports. We know the area, along the Sava to Belgrade. we have friends in the district of Brčko on the Sava. We were there before the unfortunate war. Have a save trip. God’s blessings always
Hello Peter & Carola, it is a beautiful part of the world and our first time here. Thanks for your kind words x
Just wondering who writes the blog and takes all the photos? Is it Craig or Joanne or a joint effort? Either way it’s really well done
Hi Jane, thanks for your kind words. Its a joint effort with Craig taking the photo’s and me writing the blog
Wow, a completely different and interesting side to the Croatia we experienced and most get to see. Pity about the weather, hope you get some sunshine soon!
Very different but still very beautiful just in a different way. No paddle boards tho’ lol
I love wild storks. We saw plenty of them when we went to Portugal.
Oh yes, Portugal has plenty too.
Well that was a bit different ,moe or less the True Croatia &Bosnia it must have been a buitifull place at one time ,It’s a real pity ,but that’s what happens when people get greedy WAR let’s hope this is the last , We can’t put things right ,so carry on with you’re Travells ,Did you get to try the Wild Pig ?or did you just STORK them he he Loads of luv as usual Pops XXX Mac n Tosh stay good XXX pops Woof Woof xxx
Hello pops, no wild pigs just waiting for piggy trotters when the dudes get home