Searching For Huck In Balkans

Any river, big or small, just by being there, is a permanent invitation to a man (I could add "particularly to an ungrown one", but that would be a redundant statement) to get some wood and nails, build a raft and explore it. If you grew with Mark Twain books, this idea stays in the back of your mind pretty much throughout your life. If you do not need to google terms like Kon-Tiki or Deliverance, and consider endeavours like those cool, you know very well what I am talking about without further explanation.Once you realize that common excuses (job, career, kids, etc.) are exactly just that, excuses, you only need to pick a river, find a few oddballs who also think this is a great idea and start gathering wood - it is that simple. Well, almost...Beside some natural exaggerations that may have developed during the years of telling and re-telling the story to those who wanted to listen and a name or two that were changed by a request of the participant or due to self-censorship, all names, characters, places, and incidents are otherwise true to the best recollection of the author.