I have been in Drače for over a week. It has been a well-deserved break from the rigours of Romania. An idyllic and mostly undiscovered place where strangely many end up by accident or chance. Yugoslav Twilight Zone. I could have easily missed it had I been in another car. Why am I here? One wonders if life is nothing but a stream of coincidences. Not to be macabre but I might very well have ended up dead at the bottom of a gorge with these treacherous roads.
You see I have a problem and that is Mirela. We have become good friends despite communication difficulties. My heartstrings have been pulled probably for the first time. But is it mutual? I think we are ready to come to some conclusion on this but her security sems to be tightening with her brother hanging around with her. Is this a result of parental radar? Serbians are inherently conservative and to see their daughter hanging around with a long haired may be causing some concern. But time is running out as she is heading back home to Belgrade in a couple of days. Should I follow her and carry on a relationship on the sly but as for her family isn’t that disrespectful? I suppose I can visit in another year. After tossing and turning all night I am leaving but not without misgivings. Perhaps if we discussed this? But when two people are on the verge perhaps a discussion is too early.
Woke up on the pier to a vicious “dirty old man cough” by a fisherman that rivals my own famous throughout Europe! I am heading out Easy Rider style on the back of André’s Suzuki 250. A farewell kiss and hug to Mirela. Her eyes tell the story as she says I will miss you and let’s keep in touch. Feeling like I have made a bad decision we roar off northward with a heavy feeling on my heart. I don’t have the spirit to write about the rest of the day other than I lost my watch on the road and one of my shoes melted on the bike’s exhaust. Have I made a terrible mistake? A melted shoe and a heart to match.