Maljen Valjevo

"The World ia a book, and those who do not travel read only a page" (St. Agustine) KO SMO MI?: Misa i Dusan, apsolvent prava i student arhitekture. Strastveni putnici po ovoj nasoj maloj, ali prelepoj planeti. Putujemo iskljucivo samostalno u sopstvenoj organizaciji, sto nam omogucava da ne finansiramo direktno turisticku industriju i time ...

... Though I'd been starved of company in Budapest, I was not unduly conc**ned by the continued solitude, as it was already approaching midnight and any potential conv**sation would quickly have been curtailed by the desire to sleep. The compact compartment had a cosy feel to it, with a bed that would be unsuitable for anyone tall** than my 5'10 frame, a table and chair in one corn** and a clev**ly concealed sink in the oth**. It was also ...

... out a little more of its charm. Central to this is the hidden gem of the Nikola Tesla Museum. I will confess (and its probably become readily apparent) to growing a little weary of Eastern European museums. They frequently take an astoundingly interesting underlying subject and either render none of it in English or give it a Eurotrash artistic outlook five too many steps removed from explaining the basics of what transpired. Sometimes, they manage to do both, and ...

So now I am sitting and soaking my feet about to get my pedicure. I was nervous at first because I was not sure what the standards of cleanliness are here in Serbia, but I can say, for this salon, everything is sterilized and clean. Sparkling. And the girl's hand was so steady when painting the lacquer. So I am exhausted thanks to no sleep. I a pretty sure I got a total of about two hours. We talked until way too late last night (3am?). Anita ...

So it's Sunday and the sun is shining again. We did have cooler weather the past few days with rain (thunder and lightening too!), but it was still warmer than Deutschland! On Friday, Anita's friend Jacquelina loaned us her car to use for all the items we needed to accomplish before Saturday. Saturday would be the last ritual for her father's soul. Her church believes that 40 days after you die the soul floats around here on earth. The on the ...

Wow Already Thurs! Sometimes the time seems to be flying by and sometimes it is dragging its feet through the sand. Yesterday was Anita's birthday and we all went out to dinner. There were about eight of us at a grill place with tables outside in the garden. She decided that her birthday would be the one day this year she wore heels, so we dressed up a little, though anything goes at this restaurant. The food was delicious, I must say, and the owner's ...

Today we woke up early as we wanted to take care of a few things with the police and the city. I got a first hand view of the bureaucracy that is Serbia. Anita wants to renew her passport since she is taking her husbands last name. We had to go to the police station, then the office for marriage certificates (other side of town), and then to another office that I couldn't figure out to drop off all the paperwork and then we have to go back tomorrow to do it all ...

DAY 4 6/17 Budapest-Belgrade We woke up in Budapest and went to sleep in Belgrade. After a hearty breakfast in Pest, we hit the streets of Buda to explore the historical buildings. I really liked this city when I was first here and I loved it the second time, too. We didn't do much except wander through the imperial buildings and look at the views of Pest across the river. By noon, we were ready to move on. The drive between the two cities only took a few hours ...

Time for a new country (and my eleventh new one!) I'd like to say that I had a blast here, but the weather was disgusting! It rained more than I ever thought capable of mother nature! A bit about Serbia: They use the Dinar (as far as I remember 80 or so to a euro...yes If relinquished converting with the Canadian dollar as EVERYTHING is in Euro!) The capital in Serbian is Beograd, but Belgrade to we English speaking people ...

... way it was worth the cost. When I got back to town I popped my head into the National Museum. I won't tell you about it, not really worth it. I still had hours to kill and did so by seeing Borat. It's good, go see it now. While trying to figure out how to purchase tickets a very nice girl named Hellena helped me out. She even invited me to join her and her friends out for drinks later on. It was an offer I would have love to take her ...