Hostel 011 Belgrade

... br><br>After a great view from the tower, I was treated to an even better view in the park below. A young mother had her milk engorged and completely swollen booby all flopped out for the world to see. With no modesty or shame she attached her baby to it and started rocking and humming. And yes, ladies and gentlemen, she lit up a cigarette to pass away the time. I am pleased to see that the young are trained from early to survive in ...

... because of its stylish, vibrant citizens.<br><br>The weather was been very unpredictable ever since Tirana, and in my first morning in Belgrade the sky opened up. Luckily the city has some very interesting museums. I went to the Military Museum in the Belgrade Castle and the Air Museum by the airport. Both of them are well stocked and organized, and both of them exhibit pieces of US military hardware that the Serbs shot down from the sky in ...

... interest me, straight up to hungry, I still go through the counntry so it is still counted right? Any way its not important i will get the 25 countries in... I hope :) So I have spent the day sitting drinking coffee and eating at really fancy cafe/ restuants. infact it was the most expensive in the whole area. I only spent 1020 kuna, i think that is the currenc which was just over 10 euros. Bargin! my mother would be proud of me it was fancy infact ...

... One display case had gear from a mountainside sniper nest captured by government troops. A radioshack brand "long range paging system" and some very expensive American and European rifles. Having reached the present moment, we stepped out into the rain. We made a sardine sandwich and strolled through an array of artillery and cute little tanks. We got an SMS from our host Ivan, and shortly he arrived. He was coming from his ...

... face like his counts as part of the master race then count me out. I decided there was only one appropriate course of action for an Englishman in such a situation. Pub. Five minutes later I was sitting in the Three Carrots Irish pub sipping a pint of Jelen. Admittedly this was already my plan before I discovered there was a chance of fighting in the city centre but I reasoned it was still the best plan. It wasn't too far from the train station, the staff ...

... clubs are too numerous to mention and they are packed seven days a week. Belgrade is a café culture. I became a regular at two great little coffee shops near my place where cappuccinos were just under two bucks. Nena at Music Star Café made the best ones in town and delivered them with the biggest smile. She took the time to show me her new high-heel shoes. When returning home from a long walk one day I discovered a neat little corner bar ...

... ludicrously hilly street-walking, and absorb some f**vent, sporting patriotism all at once. Upon enquiring as to wheth** they might be showing such a match, the wait** replied simply, "I not know much of sport. I know only of women and money, my friend". How helpful, I thought, as I gazed around the sport-filled room to make sure I'd not stumbled into a brothel by mistake. I gave him the kind of laddish smile and pat on the back that such a comment ...

... laughter. This blend of Belgrade and Ghana: not to be missed. * * * The commute to Belgrade should have been a cruise, but turned into a trial in true Iron Curtain fashion. An overnight train from 10:30 through to 6:30 the following morning is normally an easy sleep as the carriage rocks you off to the land of nod. But not on the little route from Bosnia to Serbia: 7 passport checks, 5 ticket checks, and 10 times where the conductor opens the door of your ...

... passport now.. everytime we go through a country they stamp twice.. once entering and once leaving.. and they don't much like for you to use the hot water on the train for your ready to eat mash potato's... bit classy really... we have Natasha beddingfield stuck in Sheree's head.. me I have U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi... youse ugly.. anyway.. next stop Athens.. where I say bring on the walking tour..

Bit of a rough night thanks to the Serbs. I came round at about 10am feeling a little worse for wear. I packed and managed to get on the road for midday after drinking about two litres of water. Igor showed me to the Petrovaradin Bridge and I was on my way. The road was heavy with traffic as I made hard work of a 10km climb. The driver's are a little more aggressive here. I heard a car accelerate behind, uphill and on a bend, followed by a crunch and crash close behind. I ...