I looked up on Dangerous roads website for some trail suggestions and Mount Plocno popped up as a good choice on my way to Sarajevo.I booked hostel LIKE in Sarajevo for the night.I checked in google maps and the road was straight forward,not to mention there was a trail ahead of Mt Plocno going towards Sarajevo.Was pretty excited as it has been quite long i haven’t been on any trail lately.Though i was slightly concerend and afraid about the Low Battery warning popping up every now and then,also the box set up i had was slightly delicate and slightly tougher trail could break the frame or at-least the welding joints can give up anytime.But,As a wise men said “What you are afraid to do is a clear indication of the next thing you need to do” 🙂
Moments where i was unable to decide,to take right or to take left.I took right anyway as the mobile GPS went bonkers.Just like every other situation,when you need it the most..It does what it does best “stops working” 🙂
More photos from the trail until the top.
Blidinje Lake in the background.
As i reached the top,I noticed that the trails ends there and there is no connecting road ahead as it is shown in Google Maps.However noticed a army post there,met some Bosnian’s too who crossed me on 4*4’s while i was climbing the trail.These were army lads and they were just there to have some beers which they carried along from Sarajevo . One word for Bosnian’s “They are crazy”.I was offered a can and i accepted,didn’t wanted to be rude.I kept it safely for the evening 🙂
I look like a malnutrition-ed midget here 🙂
This view at the top was worth every trouble
Took back the same trail and returned to the turn from where i took the right and followed the R419 to exit from Blidinje National Park.I would recommend this trail to fellow motorcyclists as the views from up there were breathtaking and trail was quite fun.
Bye Bye Blidinje National Park
Low battery sign started to frequent as i was inching towards Sarajevo and few kilometers before the hostel,It completely stopped and refused to start.No sign of life in the speedometer.I pushed the last few kilometers to the hostel as calling a towing vehicle would have been more troublesome and hole in the pocket maybe.I would rather spend the money on beer