Just then from round one of the numerous bends the first sign of civilization appeared, a little village on the edge of the lake, beautiful old stone houses and vineyards.

Then once again woodlands, the road and just you with no one at sight. You keep stopping for a few moments to switch of the motor and listen in silence to nature. Then the lake again.
The wind blew gently, bringing the breath of fresh air which is needed. Then once more, villages, vineyards, water, domestic animals...
And then, the bridges. And then you are there at the old capital. Rijeka Crnojevica.