The water here in Montenegro comes direct from the Sierras, it's pure snow-melt, and people from Yator come up almost daily to fill bottles. They don't like the village water to drink as it's chlorinated and tastes odd. Usually a couple of women will walk up late afternoon, chattering as they come and carrying an empty 5 litre bottle or two. Occasionally they come by car and have a boot load of empties for filling but sometimes they come with a wheelbarrow. Not the most stable of things when empty, but even worse when laden with bottles of water. A few years ago, the 3 Lola's - there are many Lola's in Yator - lost control of their wheelbarrow on the bend just below our house and all we could hear was them laughing as they tried to get it upright. This morning at 8am as Monty, Pip and I were out for an early walk, we saw this gentleman coming for his weeks water. He was much more in control of his barrow than some people! He must have had about 10 five litre bottles wedged in the barrow and all tied together with string. If 1 bottle over-balanced, the whole lot would go over! And that's about 50kgs of weight, not easy to control down 2kms of track and Yator is 150m lower than us so there's not much flat along the way.
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