It was going to rain that night, so we decided not to camp in the mountains but go look for a hostel in Ohrid. We walked back to the car as night fell. Some men who were collecting juniper berries struck up a conversation with us.
These horses had gathered near the car. A couple of days earlier we had come across lots of apples at the side of the road, in the area near Lake Prespa with apple orchards all over the place. Apparently part of an apple load had fallen off a truck. We had collected some of them that were not smashed. And now we had something to give these nice horses. The black horse in the background was beautiful, but sadly ignored us. Only these two white and brown horsies came to get some apples. The white horse was the most curious and outgoing, and had a bell around her neck.

















