Design Hotel Mr. President
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... of things to see and do. There were a lot of outside eating and drinking so the cafe culture seemed pretty high and certainly very different from Bosnia. Our host had recommended a local restaurant just around the corner for dinner so we called in there and had some meeeat (still very much in meat country. Seriously, they love red meat like crazy. Huge portions with every meal). Jamie had pork steak things I had some very rare smoked sausage and a large beer in a ceramic mug, ...
... is such a hassle!! Why can't they all use Euros? Or better yet, the American dollar!?! Do they realize how many problems that would solve?!?! Then again, everything would be more expensive, so maybe they should just stick with their own pain-in-the-behind currency.
Well, that's my rant for the evening. We had a short bus tour of the city and then Becky (AUS) and I attempted to walk to the Cathedral of Saint Sava, but Becky ...
... buildings which just look like 70’s style concrete pieces of s**t with no soul. I actually saw a pirate enter one of these buildings and loose his jolliness, such were the depressing nature of them; imagine that, a pirate with no jolliness. Seriously, what the f**k were those commies thinking when designing some of the buildings? Come on former Yugoslavia, you’re better than that. I swear some of those architects were watching early episodes of the ...
... to the original subject - New Belgrade. After we left the river with it's breathtaking view, which unfortunately you cannot truly appreciate due to the terrible pictures I got, we moved on to Zemun. Belgrade is where the Sava River and the Danube meet and merge into one. Zemun is on the Danube. Of course, it was too dark to get a photo. No matter. I have plenty of Danube pictures on other days. ...
July 1st. Day 15. Sometime, somewhere, in the middle of the night we slipped into Serbia. We didn't slip in un-noticed, that would be hard to do in a 440 foot long ship--but nonetheless we did because when we woke up this morning we were docked in Novi Sad, Serbia.
While a large percentage of the passengers had elected to take a bus tour of the Serbian countryside, we elected to stay on the boat and meet with ...