Kovilovo

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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