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Belgrade is the capitol of Serbia and the former capitol of Yugoslavia; one of Europe's oldest cities. It was built centuries ago. Belgrade and the rest of Serbia are just now emerging from many years of repressive communist rule.
We saw the Kalemegdan Fortress (the Old Belgrade Fortress). It is huge but proved to be very inefficient since it didn't stop the Turks or Hungarians. So today it's a beautiful park.
... at our hostel with the party Serbs. Tina, the hostel owner and her husband were super nice to us and even gave us a Christmas gift of rakija. We kind of get extra respect for the travel we're doing at our age and for staying at the occasional hostels. After a few drinks, Tina's husband mentioned how hard it was for everyone during the Milosevic years. Cops would beat him and their friends up for being out on the street and then ...
... European rivers: the Danube and Sava Rivers. That night we enjoyed a really good Italian dinner, and had our first taste of Serbian wine...pretty good.
On our last day in Belgrade, we took a great biking tour of the city through the company iBikeBelgrade. We met our guide at 2pm by a lamp post near the entrance to the citadel. We spend the next 3 hours biking through new Belgrade. Our awesome guide showed us all the buildings that were bombed and damaged during the war in ...
... was. I whispered back to her that the drive had been like this all along, but was careful not to be loud enough for Vinnie Jones to hear, lest he rip my arms off and beat me senseless with them.
As sick as the drive made us feel, we felt even more sympathy for the poor Serbian granny sitting up front with her son - with every pass around a blind corner that narrowly dodged oncoming traffic, the granny would glance sideways at the driver, then glance the ...
... lines along past some graffiti covered
old railway carriages, night shift postal workers, commercial bins, cracked
concrete, weeds. To a newly and dodgily built ‘hotel’ that didn’t open onto the
street – only on to the railway lines. On the ground floor, offices and a
medical centre with no means of entry. Upstairs, grim. Still, now exhausted,
there was ...