Hello, I’m David, a storyteller, wanderer, and long-time “in-betweener” living a slower, more thoughtful life here in the heart of the Balkans.
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It’s late morning and the mist has just lifted over the River Vrbas.
The air is fresh, cool, and full of promise. I’m experimenting with an old phone camera today, something that’s been sitting in a drawer for months, to see if it might work for future walk-and-talk videos.
Within minutes, I find myself bumping across a rather wobbly suspension bridge, the kind that makes you grin and clutch the rails at the same time.
Beneath me, the River Vrbas.
We’re not far from Krupa na Vrbasu .
The Path to the Kameni Most
On the far bank a small wooden sign points the way, “Kameni Most”, the Stone Bridge, sometimes called The Ladies’ Bridge.
Ahead of me, Tamara, her uncle, and her mother are already making their way up the track. The first few hundred metres are easy. Past tidy gardens, old fruit trees, and a scattering of stone houses.
Then the climb begins. Bosnia never disappoints when it comes to hills, and this one wastes no time reminding you who’s boss. At least for me.
The path is rocky but clear, and my second-hand hiking boots from the Pijaca market are earning their keep. I’ve doubled up with a pair of priglavci, traditional wool slippers, and inside my socks.
Hardly technical gear, but surprisingly effective.
Testing Cameras and Fitness
This walk is as much a filming experiment as it is a bit of exercise. I’m trying out the dual-camera setup.
One lens on me, one on the trail. It feels strange at first, but I like it.
It captures both sides of the story. And, I have to say, all these daily training walks around our village are paying off.
The last time I came up here I was puffing like an old steam engine to be honest, but today my breathing’s steady and my legs are strong. Small victories?
The View from the Top
After a slow and steady climb, the track levels out onto a small plateau.
Two old shelters sit quietly among the trees.
One still standing, one sinking gracefully into the earth. From here you can see the Vrbas below, twisting its way through the canyon from middle Bosnia.
I unpack my drone, take a deep breath, and launch it. I’m always slightly nervous after a previous crash, but today it flies perfectly, circling high above the Kameni Most and the surrounding hills.
The footage looks stunning.
A Picnic with a View
Then comes the best moment of the day so far.
Tamara sets out the food.
Sudžuk (a spicy dried beef sausage), half-rye bread, a dab of mustard, and, of course, a flask of English tea with two sugars. Tamara has also brought some kiflice, small sweet crescent shaped rolls.
We sit together on the grass, eating and chatting.
, and watching the drone drift above. It’s simple, perfect, and wonderfully Bosnian—slow food, great company, and a view that money can’t buy.
The Descent
The walk down is easier on the lungs but tougher on the knees. My trusty boots grip well, though, and the forest air smells faintly of pine and smoke. Every few bends the river flashes into view, wider and brighter now that the sun’s higher. Crossing the suspension bridge again, I can’t resist bouncing a little—childish, perhaps, but joyful all the same.
A Thought to End the Day
Back at the car, I stop Strava, note the kilometres, and smile. A good day’s walk, a few new memories, and another reminder of why I love this life. Bosnia rewards curiosity—you don’t need to go far to find beauty. The Kameni Most, just forty minutes south of Banja Luka, is proof of that: a short climb, a stunning view, and a story worth sharing over coffee and rakija.
So, if you ever find yourself in this part of the world, pack a picnic, bring a camera, and take the walk. The river, the hills, and the warmth of this country will do the rest.
And of course, if you’d like to keep up with my own stories of life in Bosnia, from rainy afternoons in Banja Luka to the hidden corners of the Balkans, check out these recent posts.
