Bay that penetrates In SOUL OF GEOGRAPHY
Kotor: bay of kotor
By Zoran Slavic
I finally, after countless trip to this part of Montenegro, realized that the Bay of Kotor and its people, Bokezi, much more than the local geography - it is a European specialty. The mixture of colors, tastes, smells, interweaving Orthodoxy and Catholicism, removal of mountain mentality and coastal cunning ordinary day in which after marine fish follows ham are recent phenomenon merger Balkans with Mediterranean civilization.
In the Bokakotorska Bay I have frequented many times, ranging from youth to adulthood. That's why we were different impressions, so to speak - contradictory. For those impoverished, reduced to a summer school in Prcanj, to euphoric-festival in Herceg Novi during the Film festival. However, apart from these fragments of coastal the sea cuts through the high hills of the continental Montenegro, I did not have a complete impression of this extraordinary part of the Mediterranean. About the Gulf and its inhabitants distinctive culture, language, ethics and lifestyle. Because memories are we broke down a series of disconnected images of the beach or evening parties.
Sitting on the terrace, which is carved into the hill, near Kotor fortress in evening who to view pulls serenity on the bottom of the horizon yet there are hints of tomorrow's storm, I attempted to understand the essence of life of people living between the Highlanders origin and coastal lightness of being.
Already in September, the season is almost over, but it's time amazingly nice and warm. Tourists leave the coast. Life returns to its original form. Locals say they will soon appear so far, it provincial, which occurs as soon as the rain arrived and sailing on the sea becomes unpleasant. However, the old town of Kotor, at the bottom of the bay, survives as an eagle watches over their flock. I arrived this morning by boat from Herceg Novi. The bay was moderately anxious, to beaches are less of tourists and swimmers, several elegant yachts cruising from coast to coast. Then thundered from the direction of Risan a boat. The day was calm and because of my anger and the noise of the boat with a powerful engine reminded of alleged the famous Bay of Kotor „pirates“ who used to these waters, and the entire Adriatic Sea and the Mediterranean, harassed the Venetians and the Turks. The natives are a little angry when that ancient sailors call pirates, as they have just called them Venetians and Turks, since those ancient mariners were their protectors. Young residents of towns and villages in this bay, in those ancient times dreamed of becoming the sailors and captains of the fleet of Bay of Kotor. My host, the day in late summer, with ponosoma showed me the portrait of his grandfather in uniform local Navy captain. Bay of captains, he tells me he came to the end of the world, and they are unusually clever and brave.
Before sleep, I look around well-lit Cathedral of Saint Tryphon. City of Kotor is quite low. Mountain, I think, the holy mountain of Montenegrins, Lovcen awake. In thought me comes the morning cruise through Herceg Novi, Tivat and Risan Straits , to be anchored to the bottom of of Boka - the Bay of Kotor. With these navigations this inland sea, in my dream shall take a picture of an islet, artificial, „Our Lady of Škrpela“, these religious and romantic buildings in the middle of the sea.
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