Sunday, half past seven in the morning, we start from the alley at Vrelo Bosne, then by a war path along Igman. It is known that with good company comes an interesting story, so we arrive at Kabalovo at half past nine. Encouraged by the good weather, we take our first coffee break. The kind host supplies us with water from canisters, because this home has no water. For us, this is the last refueling of stocks all the way to the Tenants. Then a pleasant ride along the route to Ravna Vala, and then rock’n’roll. We follow some kind of a rode to the Stanari lodge, which after a few hundred meters has such a slope that it is only possible to push the bike uphill. Fortunately, this is Bosnia, and nature offers surprises at every step. Still moistened with dew, we found an abundance of ideally ripe raspberries. There is no dilemma, we throw away our bikes and go to harvest. We do not carry the crop any further but eat it on the spot. We eat raspberries unwashed like that. And why would they wash them when they are washed every morning by dew, and occasionally by rain.
 

Invigorated by raspberries, we continue to the clearing near Međeđa Lokva. It's a little harder to find markings here, but we use logic: we have to go over those dangerously cut rocks, we look around to find out where mountaineers have always gone, and after fifty meters we discover a poorly trodden path and rocks ordered as a mountaineering mark. We push the bikes because it is impossible to ride through dense vegetation, then we go into a high juniper and cleverly take a break to gather strength for the future. Because, according to Google, you have to carry a bike for a few kilometers through the juniper. But it doesn’t come that hard either because the view is spectacular. Complete nature with countless species of flowers and beautiful bells, lungs full of scents, an eagle flies above us, and a view shoots in the distance. Here we mention our friend Đani who would surely enjoy carrying a bike. We even come up with the term "Đanism" for his carrier adventures.

And so, jokingly, we somehow came out of the juniper and then the beautiful meadows of Bjelašnica appeared. In the distance you can see the top of Hranisava. We know that the Stanari lodge is below it, so we follow an invisible hiking trail and rare markings. Riding is possible but also dangerous because of the excavated land that is desecrated by wild pigs. To get stuck in a hole you can't see from the grass means to fly over your head. Fortunately, we pass that without any falls. Then a grove, then a few rocks and finally Tenants.

Surprised to see the cyclists, the bewildered host of the lodge and the surprised friends take pictures of us. You become friends in the mountains for a while, so we discovered a million common topics with the company that came on foot and the kind caretaker, learned that you can go on touring skis on Hranisava, advised us which forest trains to return to and avoid the ordinary macadam road to Pazarić and more. We even signed the book of impressions. We could have talked all day because the view of the nearby village and the impressive peak of Hranisava looked like a postcard, but there is a long way ahead of us. Just as we set off, a new attraction arrives at the lodge: a group of motorcyclists. Eh, what potentials we have in the mountains, only that only a few lucky people know how to enjoy them. The return from Stanari was a real rock'n'roll and we figured that a descent like this was worth the trouble. A steep forest road, a mixture of earth and rocks, somewhere very dangerous and somewhere great for riding, then turns where we don't think too much because the slope is so high that, wherever we go, we will get somewhere. And then I guess we'll find a way out. We arrive in Pazarić, from where it is not difficult for us to ride to Sarajevo, overjoyed because of another beautiful (adventure) tour. Of course, going through Hadžići and not cooling off with ice cream would be blasphemy, so we sat down on the grass to freshen up. And then a little more, about ten kilometers and here it is - the city.

The tour to Stanari, through Javornik and Međeđa Lokva is not at all naive. It is some 65 kilometers long with 1500 meters of altitude and is one of those that you ride once and probably never again. But if you don’t ride it, you’ve missed a lot.