Last night, a few friends and I were admiring the city lights over the bay and the starry night sky from our perch a few stories above Old Town, on a platform in the fortress of Kotor. I was so inspired by the tranquility and the view, I decided to wake up frightfully early (just after 8 am) and return to the spot the following morning with my yoga mat. I’ve been living in crowded quarters that are not conducive to undisturbed yoga time, and I hadn’t practiced yoga in nearly a week.
I made my way to the fortress gate.
Hello, there!
I’d forgotten that during the day, there’s an attendant at the fortress gate charging an entrance fee. I paid it, walked up a few flights of stairs until I reached the stone plateau from the previous night. Such a perfect spot! It could have been designed with a yogi in mind.
View from my yoga paradise
After half an hour or so of sun salutations, I considered heading back down to town to visit the market and head to the beach, but I couldn’t bear to let that 3 euro entrance fee and that golden opportunity go to waste, so I started up the stairs that led to the top of the fortress. . .
Up I go!
It felt as if the stairs would never end.
One hundred thousand ninety-one, one hundred thousand ninety-two. . .
Sometimes the stairs disappeared, and leaving only rubble and rocks.
Ah, Jesus Sandals. Is there anywhere they can’t go?
Finally, I arrived at the top! The very top!
The sign says “Increased risk zone”, but I wasn’t scared!
One more backbend for the road.
Definitely worth the (very hot) hike!
