Belgrade was voted the best party city in Europe last year but we were there too early in the year and while we had fun we were pleased to finally be in unfamiliar territory and concentrate on other things. The first night however we went to a jazz club on the 10th floor of an old Soviet era abandoned building that we wouldn’t even have gone close to if a guide from the hostel hadn’t taken a group of us there. We spent the next day wandering around Belgrade. The city is quite nice, very hilly (the lovely guy at our hostel told us to use this as an orientation tool, to not walk downhill from the main road) and quite similar to western European cities. The area around main train station is extremely uninviting and grey, don’t let that fool you. The centre is pedestrianised and nearly tourist attractions are aligned along one big road down the centre. The end of that long road is marked by the fortress which was once the surrounding of the old city of Belgrade. The fortress is an impressive size and it looks out over the crossing of two major rivers, one of them being the Danube – pretty much our companion until we get to Bulgaria and through the iron gates.
The bombed out building near our hostel
Cycling down the Duna/Donau/Danube was really nice but thoroughly exhausting at times due to gravel roads and a small stretch of sand we labelled The Great Serbian Desert. It was only 500m long but any sand is impossible on a fully loaded touring bike.
Finally was our most covert wild camping to date where we flattened some weeds in the middle of a forest. Even we forgot we were there at times. Putting the bikes slightly in the tent was a major bonus as we didn’t have to worry about them at all.