Ivangrad, Montenegro, Yugoslavia 8 July, 1977. The road to Rozaje was longer and steeper than I had expected. It was a hard climb and took all morning. Five km from the top, a truck driver whose truck had broken down gave us a beer, which was a welcome refreshment. Rozaje is a peasant town.
Women wear baggy pants that look like a long dress.
I bough cherries in the Rozaje market. Fruits and vegetables are brought to market by horses and donkeys that graze along the riverbank next to the market. One can also buy shoes, scythe blades, wooden rakes, and butter churns. It looked like it might rain in the afternoon, but didn't. We are sleeping out in the campground next to the hotel.