The Whisper of Sinj

The air was thick with anticipation as I arrived at the Sinj airport, a place where the past seemed to linger in the shadows of the present. The city of Sinj, with its proud history and the echoes of the Alka knights, stood as a testament to resilience. As I boarded the small aircraft, I felt a familiar thrill, akin to stepping into an abandoned Soviet-era building, where every corner held a story waiting to be uncovered.

The plane ascended, and the city of Sinj unfolded beneath me like a forgotten map. The middle-aged cannon on the hill, a silent guardian of history, reminded me of the crumbling fortresses I had explored in Eastern Europe. The landscape was a tapestry of time, woven with the threads of battles fought and traditions preserved. The pilot, with a twinkle in his eye, shared tales of the Alka, a knightly competition that echoed the bravery of those who once defended this land.

The Abyss of Peruća

As we soared over the artificial lake Peruća, the water’s surface mirrored the sky, a deceptive calm hiding the depths below. It was a scene reminiscent of the decaying Soviet structures I often found myself drawn to, where the surface belied the stories buried within. The lake, with its dark abyss, seemed to whisper secrets of the past, much like the forgotten cities I had wandered through.

The pilot guided us towards the northeast, where the Dinara mountain loomed, a silent sentinel watching over the land. The view was hauntingly beautiful, a reminder of nature’s power and the passage of time. The small lake, surrounded by fields and an old village, appeared unremarkable at first glance. Yet, as we circled above, its depths revealed a mystery, a void that seemed to swallow the light, much like the abandoned corridors I had traversed in my explorations.

The Eye of Cetina

The flight took a turn towards the spring of the Cetina River, a natural phenomenon that, under the right conditions, resembled a human eye. It was a sight that stirred something within me, a connection to the stories of the past and the mysteries of the present. The river, like the veins of a forgotten city, wound its way through the landscape, a lifeline that had witnessed the passage of time.

As we descended back towards the Sinj airport, the experience lingered in my mind, much like the echoes of history in the places I had explored. The staff, with their humor and warmth, had made the journey all the more memorable, leaving me with a sense of gratitude and a small souvenir as a token of the adventure. This flight over Sinj and Peruća was not just a journey through the skies, but a journey through time, a reminder of the stories that lie hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.