Moraca is the second biggest river in Montenegro, cutting this country into right and left part. The surface of the water is however quite difficult to see.

The interior of Montenegro was not accessible for hundreds of years. Moraca Monastery that we were heading to, was used as a „treasure box” to preserve the traditional and cultural items and protect them from enemies. It was the asphalt road that opened the heart of Montenegro for „aliens” and finally for us – tourists.

The road was forged in the slopes of mountains and it hangs now on the rocky shelves over the deep canyon of Moraca river. It’s narrow (just one line in each direction) and it bends hand in hand with the river below. From time to time it enters the tunnel (with no light inside) or greets huge concrete constructions that will soon hold a new bridge high in the skies.

Accustomed to rather flat surfaces, we found this road quite challenging. We had to however verify our opinion after a few days when we reached Cetinje and then Lovcen Mountains …

After around 2 hours with a few stops to shoot the deep blues of Moraca river we arrived to the Monastery. We knew, we should drive off before we pass the building but unfortunately we missed it (it was not that obvious as on Google maps) and we had to turn around (which was not that easy on such a narrow road).

We parked the car and followed a footpath to the entrance. The Monastery is not big and definately not much defensive (only a man-height wall surrounds it on some sides). It must have been the giant mountains that protected this place from invaders.

It’s quite difficult to find peace in this corner any more. Lines of tourists cross the yard to and fro. The monastery’s interior is a piece of art but you can’t take photos inside (and you can’t even buy any nice card so the memory of it will soon disappear in my mind).

There was a small St. Nicole chapel that we could enter catching the moment when nobody else was inside. You can see a short movie from the interior. That would give you a foretaste of the frescos’ riches in the main church.

Inside the yard we also found a vegetable garden, tombstones and a colony of beehives (one of which resembled the church 😊). We ate our sandwiches in the rest area outside the monastery’s walls listening to the murmur of a stream encircling the complex.

Then we left the monastery and followed the same main road further to the north to reach the National Park of Biogradska Mountain (more in my next post)…