Prag Belgrade

... Even though it was really cold and windy (winter was looming) the city itself was different in a way that&#8217;s hard to pinpoint. I don&#8217;t know if I&#8217;d ever return but I&#8217;m glad I got to see what may be considered the heart of Serbia. <br><br>We hopped on another night train to Thessaloniki at 10pm. Since it wasn&#8217;t fully booked, we had our own cabin area with seats that could pull down into &#8220;beds.&#8221; It was nice to be able to sleep ...

... souvenirs, shotglass, plate, bell. I've stopped stealing from bars so now I have to shell out money. Who said being nice pays off. Its just costing me more.<br><br>Of all the cafes in Belgrade, we did Costa Coffee. The muffin was nice.<br><br>Within a couple of hours of walking through the old town and its wide range of little shops, I had all that I wanted to buy, at a price which was always less than what was quoted to me first up. I still overpaid, but haggling for one more ...

Last night I decided that unless I felt a lot better I wouldn't leave today. The next few days riding are rural with a few villages and the hostel here is reasonably priced about £12 per night. But I've been off the road for three weeks now and the muscle tone must be suffering. So today was a sorting out day; I opened the food bag and remembered that I'd had to close it damp. So the vegetable bags are ...

... to the hostel. Whereupon a quick snooze tuned into an hour and a half. Eventually I got the motivation and started hand washing in the shower. Ten minutes later the Bulgarian dance team returned... This also meant that the chairs earmarked for drying were now in service so it was a bushes and rail affair. By now the sun has gone in and the chances of dry underwear for tomorrow seem remote. Then a rain shower. The coach turns out to be called Dinitri and one of the ...

... their name, I have always found them brilliant places to find a good variety of local beer (especially in places where the local beer is generally shunned, as we'll see later on). By this point the sun had set and I decided I should head back to the train station. Belgrade is renowned in the Balkans and beyond for it's lively nightclub scene, I wasn't too sad to miss it, a lot of those clubs sound like they're designed for young businessmen ...

... a riot. As soon as all the police were in position, the train pulled forward; with the police assigning seats and scattered throughout to maintain order. Well, the train was severely overbooked, and I actually managed to get the last seat in the train. Resting my backpack on my lap, I tried to get some sleep, using it as a pillow. However...a good thirty minutes into the ride, every Serbian male sitting in the isle of the train started spontaneously into song. I actually didn't mind ...

... the food stops or what I thought would be restaurants, and I straight away understood that in eastern Bulgaria, they optimize their business by offering food and women in the same place! Had a hard time swallowing my food...We arrived late in Sofia so we woke up the next morning with small eyes and we had another day of hard riding as we had planned to stay in Belgrade that night. Belgrade was 400 km away so we quickly went for a quick ...

... this lovely evening, that I should try a couple of traditional Serbian desserts. Both were delicious but very heavy! I am pretty sure they use a pound of butter per slice. I could only take a few bites and then I couldn't bring myself to take another bite. One of the cakes was made with cookies that are normally for small babies. They mash them up and add a little lemon and the aforementioned butter. They are called Plazmakeks. Delicious! Today the town ...

... life is American. I am American. Or so I thought... Returning to a land where people speak to you in their native tounge beacuse they assume you are one of them is a beautiful thing. Giving my name without having to spell it explicitly is a luxary I had never before previously known. Eating the same soup as another people all the way across the world, and being able to share that with eachother, was a completely eye opening experience for me. Never before had I ...

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