home late after a shitty day at work; well I took a good measure of serbian 'Lozovacka' (sort of Grappa) as an antidote and now let's continue a bit
after having crossed the border we head northwest, to Golubac on the Danube. The first kilometers are so-so, but then we enter the mountains and the roads are first class twisties.
Birol gives w.o. and takes a 20 min nap as is his habitude when we reach the pass.
My Serbian is not even rudimentary, but I think this spring was made by some family to commemorate it's members having been killed in the war, WW II that is.
I had been posted in Serbia in 1999-2000, from Nato Bombs to the ouster of Milosevic. Crazy years, especially for an Expat being payed in hard currency. Both my wife and me put on 16 kg due to the fantastic serbian food ( as long as you are not a vegetarian).
I still have friends from that time and we were going to stay with one of them.
just wonder how Birol made it to drive in the 2-stroke fumes; as I moreless knew the area, I rode in front here.
the sun sets and we are coming down to the Danube plain
dinner time, but I'll try to continue afterwards