STEBO'S BLOG

Breakfast I woke up at 07:30 and started packing, and I threw out another pair of jeans in the process. Breakfast had been pre-arranged for 09:00. It was a simple but gorgeous polenta with white cheese. The coffee was the worst possible instant coffee I ever had, and the orange juice was that fake "Cedevita." But I still love the hotel despite the fake coffee and orange juice. He had a name.... There was a mistake with the taxi; I had asked for a taxi for later in the day, bu

Belgrade Prokop I woke up at 05:45 and packed up everything and was out the door at 06:00. I made my way down the rain-soaked streets towards Hotel Moskva where I picked up a taxi without a problem. The driver was confident and friendly, but so confident he insisted that there were no trains to Niš. Right on time So there I was, an hour too early for the train in this brand new sterile station. I ordered a cappuccino and an apple juice and waited for the track to be announced

Breakfast I had managed to meet Alexander for breakfast at around 09:30. He arrived on time but had an appointment with the hairdresser. I waited with a lovely coffee, taking in the sights and people-watching. Coffee and eggs Benedict For breakfast, I had an omelette with cheese and tomato, both of which were actually served on the side rather than in the omelette itself. Alexander had eggs Benedict but received a phone call and had to rush off for half an hour. Being Irish f

Rakija - Sorry Nenad! In the morning, I decided to dump my tripod as it was broken and too heavy. I also decided that I couldn't keep the rakija (sorry, Nenad!) as I would have to bring it through Turkey, and I was right (see later post). I felt bad for leaving the broken tripod behind, so I gifted the rakija to the owners, then had a quick coffee before heading to the station. Novi Sad railway station I had a moment of silence at the station as I observed photos and flowers

On the way to the city centre Today was the day to explore Novi Sad. I had a breakfast of bread, ajvar, and juice, then a couple of cappuccinos at my local bar. I just walked into the city centre, following my nose. The Synagogue As I neared the city center, I saw a synagogue, but I was more interested in the bookshop opposite, so I browsed there instead and bought my first book in Cyrillic to take home with me. I am looking forward to the read! Novi Sad Just beyond the books

A nice wine to before heading out The day flew by a little too fast, and Nenad dropped me all the way back to Novi Sad. This is something I noticed all across Serbia; I even got a bottle of rakija to take home. These people have beautiful, warm hearts. I dropped off my camera and made my way to Maxi, where I bought ajvar and bread, as usual, washed down, of course, with local red wine and the rakija. No smoking! They also sing about the car below.... After this simple but lov

The Danube in the morning I was up bright and early, just cheese for breakfast as the ants had taken over everything else. My bread was now full of live ants. Check out was at 11:00, but I left at 10:30. Jugo 45 I made my way to the Riverside Café but stumbled upon Bar Dublin. Damn, I wish I had noticed that the previous day. I parked my heavy bags next to the bicycles, then waved to Alan and had three cappuccinos by the River Danube. I had to move my stubborn suitcase to the