City Center Belgrade

... be green with your own backpack. The woman ripped the bag out of his hand, threw it back on the checkout stand, and she and the man apologized to me in Serbian. I thoroughly enjoyed that water and banana under a haze of second hand smoke on a parkbench in Trg Republika (Republic Square). So much drama for a ten cent banana and thirty cent bottle of water. But it sure did add some much needed color to White City. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>

... only true Yugoslavians. He was no doubt a ruthless dictator, and a semi-god to the Yugoslavians as Mao was to the Chinese. But it is also true that under him, Yugoslavia was the most open and liberal Eastern Block country, and above all, he kept the peace among all ethnic groups in the country, and for this I think I should pay him my respect. His tomb was converted from his former residence, a rather simple house with a lot of glass panels called ...

... of everything. I am glad I ended up walking around. I am just so tired now.. Tonight I am heading to sofia, bulgaria. I will spend a small time tomorow there and then continue on to catch up on my lost time... where did i loose a day or a country. Time is flying and I am loving every moment still even though I have the craziest rub marks on my hips from carrying my back pack around... not i good look :( But anyhow I will talke care dad... i am safe :)

... and saw, to my infinite delight, that someone had scrawled "Don't buy the Sun! Hillsborough 89!"- obviously scribbled by a Liverpudlian (they hate the Sun due to the fact it claimed they stole from the dead during the Hillsborough disaster). I wasn't sure buying "the Sun" was a real option where I was anyway (I can't see it selling very well in Belgrade). I went back into the bar and ordered a third beer before turning round to watch the news blaring ...

... and seeing Serbians wearing kilts. Early one evening I sat down for a beer in one of the many spots on my street. There were two chairs and two stools at the table. I wanted to kick back and put my feet up but I was pretty sure the stools were seats, not footstools. I looked over and a couple of locals were using them as leg rests so I figure it's okay and I put my legs up, careful to keep my feet off the stool. The waiter came, took my ...

... ies, and in fact d**ived almost exclusively from having watched the film 'The Prestige' in which Tesla is portrayed by a c**tain David Bowie (no really). The museum turned out to be an unexpected highlight, as it off**ed an int**esting short biopic of Tesla, and an int**active array of his inventions made into simplified models for laymen like me. At the end of the tour, the guide gave each of the group an unattached fluorescent tube light and ...

... and I'm only kidding myself if I think the window will get fixed. But it makes for such delightful fantasy. Its all good fun, and he has been turning his hand to increasing his repertoir of tourist banter as I pay for the next day's lodgings each morning. He apologised one day for forgetting our breakfast vouchers and I advised not to think a thing about it: for while his rooms have character, his beds are a delight, his showers blisteringly hot, his ...

... english map and the latin street signs.. not good.. we had a lovely dinner and headed back home.. more sleep and up we get ready for a big night to celebrate Kate's 30th birthday... excellent pictures are sure to come.. in Greece my mission is to upload more pictures.. and I will rest assured.. We visited some lovely gardens and the city citadel... which was a lovely walk.. some interesting things have happened.. couchettes ...

... was evidently not impressed by my change of mood and heart and had decided to make her feelings known. A forlorn Freddy, my amiable accomplice, was still securely attached to the basket but it now hung limply from it's bracket on the front of the bike. I decided to push the bike and called my friend Pavle to let him know. As I made my way to Branka Most, a bridge connecting Novi Belgrade to the city's centre, I met Nemanja. He was interested in my trip and would be a ...

After the spendour we had just experienced in Italy and Western Europe, I was not really prepared for the bleakness that was northern Yugoslavia (now, Serbia). Belgrade was the epitome of the communist/socialist-type of building and city design: utilitarian, lifeless and ugly. My impression was also influenced by the fact that I saw very few people in the streets here, and that ...