Arallying cry came from up ahead: “Come on, hurry up, we don’t want to miss it!” Harrison’s words floated back to us on the cool evening breeze as he disappeared from sight, engulfed by the yawning darkness that brought with it a sense of our complete isolation from the rest of the world.
It was a feeling we had grown used to in the mountains of Montenegro, a place where we rarely encountered others, lost in landscapes that drew us in with their beguiling beauty.
Red sky at night
Now, standing at our lofty location high in the majestic Durmitor National Park, the imposing and distinctive peak of Prutaš looming behind, we could look down on what felt like a different world below. A world ablaze with a fiery red sky from the setting sun, hidden behind the wall of darkness that separated us from the villages in the valley we had climbed up earlier.
The excited chatter soon died down, replaced by a collective silence as we savoured the moment; one that was all too fleeting before suddenly the darkness was complete, with the final flickering flames of the day
