ABSTRACT
We had been hanging on at Priko in the hope of moving camp to the Falls of Duare by pack transport, and thence back to the sea, at Brela. From this village our next camp would probably have been Zostrog. We now renounced this plan, as it involved two consecutive fine days-one to dry the tent sufficiently not to overload a mule,
and the second for the actual move-and contented ourselves with utilizing one decent day for a long ride to the Falls. We followed the good road its entire length of ten or eleven kilometres, and then struck a rough track. The valley is similar to that which I have already described, with a. succession of hills. At last we reached the village of Duare. A kilometre further on is the first fall, and after the heavy rain of the previous days we thought it a fine sight. It is called the "Mala. Gubavica," and consists in a single fall of the whole river, which comes down some score of feet into a. deep pool. A thundering sound in the distance told us that something better was in prospect, and we hastened on to the ' , Velika. Gubavica," which is five times the height of the lower fall. To complete the romantic beauty of the scene, an old castle on a lofty peak overhangs the whole. This part of the country adjoining the Cettina valley is very bleak and desolate, even for Dalmatia. It is a long day's work to get from Almissa to the Falls and back, especially as the pace is, by the nature of the going, confined to a. walk for quite half the way . We had not been in the saddle for months, and fatigue was not the only thing I suffered from that night.
