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  • Day34

    A very long 12 hour drive day..
    It is such a shame we only spend about 12 hours here. I would love to learn their side of the war, the Why, the how.

    Republic square trying to change name to freedom square.
    The Church of Saint Sava is beautiful.

    Belgrade Fortress has an old citadel and Kalemegdan Park on the meeting poiny of the Rivers Sava and Danube

    And to finish off this horrible day the drain didn't work in the shower and I flooded out the bathroom and room. Also happened to someone else. That made me feel better.Read more

  • Day31

    Travelling from Budapest by car, we were picked up by our Ride Share driver, Simon, a French student from Lyon. From Kelenföld station, we headed south for Belgrade. At the border, not far from Szeged, the normal immigration processes occurred: the Hungarian immigration officer stamped our passports and handed them back. Then we drove 5 metres and handed our passports to Serbian immigration, who stamped and returned them. After the formalities, which by the way we're only applied to us and not to the French student, who only needed to show ID, we were off again, travelling through the Serbian countryside.

    We arrived in Belgrade and quickly set-out to see as much of the city in the shortest amount of time. We only planned a night in Belgrade to break up the journey to Bulgaria and Greece. The history of Belgrade is one of war: 115 wars throughout their history and razed 44 times. To say that we weren’t expecting much more than bomb-shelters and a city torn apart by war was an understatement. But we were pleasantly surprised to see that there were some historical buildings still in existence.

    Our first stop was the Belgrade fortress, which gave us a great view of the city. The evening was topped off by some great Serbian cuisine, pljeskavica, which is a grilled meat patty on bread with salad and sauce. It was much more delicious than the dessert that were bought. We thought we had bought a Serbian version of baklava and caramel slice, neither of which tasted like what we thought.

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  • Day32

    The day didn’t start so well when we realised that we had booked the bus for the wrong day. Fortunately, we were allowed onto the bus, after we paid a fee to access the bus station platform and paid the driver to store our bags. Apparently, this is standard practice in Serbia and isn’t included in the price of your ticket.

    Niš is a small town in the South of Serbia, although it’s the third largest “city” in the county. It’s claim to fame is that it’s the birthplace of the Roman Emperor Constantine the Great (and lesser known Emperors Constantius III and Justin I ). It was, however, a nice reprieve for a night from the big cities. The afternoon included the obligatory stroll around the city, and a visit to the Niš fortress, where there are a few Roman ruins scattered around the site.

    Next stop: Bulgaria.
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  • Day5

    If we only knew ... This morning seems so far away, and yet we "only" spend 12 hours in the train. But not just any 12 hours!
    It started out pretty good, we figured out the tram system in Sofia and made it in time for train, and the train left the station 50 min later than scheduled. Not a big deal according to this country. After an hour the train stopped and a police officer went through it and took our passports. For a while that was a little too exciting. But we got them back, and this routine repeted when we crossed the border to Serbia a few minutes later. And the men had all the time in the world. At this point we had been in the train for 3-4 hours, and it had been moving for 1.
    And then it got hot. Super hot. No words can explain the rest of this trip, so I'm not gonna try. But we were melting. Half way there our water was nearly boiling. We drank it anyway, and we drank it way too fast. No air con, no info, the train turned out to be three hours late, and our last water was definitely boiling at the end. FINALLY, 8 hours after our passport worries, we got out. Same temperature but at least a little wind. Never did a cold soda taste that good!
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  • Day6

    The city of contrasts. Abandoned buildings and brand new ones side by side. The capitals main train station was a combi: quite impressive building, but looked abandoned on the inside. Trams that belong at a historical museum and cars I will never be able to afford. Dirty streets, horrible acustics, small round kiosks all over, and this alphabet I don't get. It all seemed like a completely different world than the one I know not that far from there. And the heat were killing us. So as fast as possible in a city lacking English skills we found our way out.
    To the sound of Paradise (Coldplay) and the soft breezing of air condition we entered the bus. As we crossed the border to Bosnia Herzegovina the landscape changed, the sun set and the temperature fell. Again to the sound of Coldplay (Lost) from the radio. The perfect start of exploring a new country.
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  • Day2182

    Nach dem Zwischenstopp in Maribor rollte ich weiter auf den Highway um Meile zu machen. Der Plan: bis hinter Belgrad kommen um dann am nächsten Tag, auf der letzten Etappe Richtung Drama, nicht über 700 km machen zu müssen. Lief nicht!! Schwere Unwetter zwangen mich kurz vor Belgrad in eine feste Überdachung direkt an der Autobahn zu investieren. Motel mäßig, Leute genial. Danke Miroslav für das kostenlose Abendessen, Frühstück und die Reiseverpflegung. Und auch der Affe hatte eine trockene Bleibe. Aufsatteln und die 900km-Etappe nach Drama aufnehmen. Ankunft 22.30 Uhr. Empfang genial. Danke Christos für die Gastfreundschaft in deinem Heim. Hier bekommt der Spruch "fühl dich wie Zuhause" eine ganz neue Dimension.Read more

  • Day53

    MADE IT TO serbia (just). I've purposely stayed off toL roads and motorways just so I could see more of the country, villages, people etc. It often takes twice as long to go from place to place because your constantly slowing down for villages, the roads are as good, you have to do more distance,and there is any manner of farm machinery and animals on the road. Country roads in Romania are country roads!!!!I I passed through villages where families spend their Sunday drying and husking hand picked corn cobs, manually cutting and stacking hay and moving it all around with a horse and dray.

    Something that is exciting is coming around a corner, at reasonable speed, to find a slow moving horse cart on your side of the road and 2 or 3 of the biggest softest freshest cow pads you have ever seen on the other side. I now know for a fact that fresh cow shit is slippperier than oil on a road. I went around the dray more than slightly sideways when the rear wheel let go. The farmer's surprised look was nothing compared to mine. For the next 2 or 3 kms all I could smell was fresh shit, I didn't want to stop and check under the bike in case it was clean and the smell was coming from somewhere else 😨.

    Crossing into Serbia was something else. Bridge across the DANUBE, through the border check post ("welcome to Serbia, we don't get many Australians coming through on a motorbike - good luck!!!, hey, what's that smell?"). Then follow the Daube for about 40 kms of absolutely beautiful motorbike roads. The river cuts deep through valleys and the road follows it, sometime at river level, sometimes what seems a coiple of hundred meters higher. Best bit of road so far.....

    I had put the hotel address into my GPS and was expecting to get to Belgrade around 3.30pm. Was staying in the middle of the city so wanted to miss the rush hour. My navigation skills have always been a bit suspect and I ended up 65 kms from Belgrade in a small broken down village in front of a dilapidated hay shed - about $75 a night, you gotta be kidding. As I was riding in I kept thinking, Belgrade pretty small for the capital of Serbia.

    Got to the hotel at 5.30 pm in the middle of rush hour (and there is no rush hour like a Serbian rush hour!!!) To find the hotel was on a one way street and it and all the surrounding streets had been blocked of by police (had the farmer rung ahead to say that an idiot on a motorbike had killed his horse by scaring it to death?). After an hour of trying to get to the hotel I did what L the Serb drivers were doing - I rode around the barricade, upon to the footpath and then the wrong way down a one way street. I checked into the hotel (receptionist asked how I got through as no one had been able to book in for the last 3 hours) and asked if there was somewhere I could hide my motorbike - mission accomplished.

    Belgrade is a big fairly Industrial town with a bit of greenery - I saw a chipmunk, or or the other.

    Ok, had a rest, I'm off to Croatia
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