Bordering Albania and Montenegro, Lake Skadar is often described as one of the most beautiful places on earth.
But the Skadar I found was a dark, windswept, raining empty place of desolation. Lured into a strange home, packed with weird photos and memorabilia in an almost empty tourist town we were offered the only boat trip out onto the lake that morning.
With low flung cloud rolling off the mountains, solitary birds hoovering above and abandoned lake-bound churches it felt like the end of the world, rather than a float into beauty. Despite this it did have a surreal charm.
Cold and wet, as we drove away the sun came out and a queue of tourist’s cars began to arrive. Skardar had given us what it wanted to – a brief diversion into desolation.
The below is a small visual representation of that float into the unknown.
