The name of this lake roots from its colour seen from above. From its banks the shade is quite different …

That was really cold on the next day morning. We took on us all hoodies and coats that we had. Even a hot tea didn’t warm us up. Undisturbed we left our host and took a road to the Black Lake (we just followed the signs). We parked the car in front of the entrance, pay the fee to the Soviet-like looking guard and walked along a path with a small stream on our left.

The stream had a breakthrough that we admired for a while. With all the shooting it took us less than half an hour to reach the lake. It was dark and silent. Only the Loch Ness monster was missing …

We decided to have a walk around it. The path was soppy but the views rewarded it for us. We passed the fishermen chairs, a wooden frame prepared to take nice photos with and arrived to a small stony peninsula. That was it! The water got blue under the first shy beams of sun and we really enjoyed our lonely stay in this magic place.

When we returned to the main path, the area was already full of noisy tourists. Lucky who gets up early 😉 We returned to the parking place and drove into mysterious Durmitor… (more in my next post)

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