Today's ride was my tribute to all Serbian soldiers who fought on this exact location in WWI. Serbia lost half of the male population during that war, 1.2 million.
My effort to get there by the bike, and light up the candles in a small church at the top, is nothing compared to their sacrifice for greater good for all of us. That mountain is soaked in their blood.
You can still see the trenches they dug and on a few spots old Army road can be seen.
Road to get there is really something, first 15km you are riding on the sand, like a beach but with 10-15% inclines. After that, road changes to rocks with last 3km of a washed out boulders that you can barely push your bike. I'm not sure if anyone came here by the bike before me. It's beyond the madness but as I said I wanted to honor them through my little sacrifice.
I walked over to the Greece side as the border is crossing right there.
Views are mesmerizing, sorry but pictures cannot describe it properly.
Happy pedaling.