Whilst we probably could have stayed in Serbia for another week and hit up the National Parks, the days are starting to run out for us to get down to the Greek Islands in time for the last throws of summer and Carissa’s 30th in mid-October.
So onwards we go on our journey towards the Ionians and onto Bosnia & Herzegovina, starting with it’s famous capital, Sarajevo. We only got to spend three nights here; whilst this was enough to get a good flavour of the region, there’s still a heap of things we want to come back and do.
Whilst the people of Serbia are amongst the friendliest I’ve met, they drive like bloody lunatics. Shortly after hopping into our new motor, we witnessed someone reversing down a main road in what can only be described as third gear. He was retreating so quickly that I initially mistook him for a member of the French military.
After easing ourselves into our journey with a couple of days in Vienna and a slightly underwhelming visit to tourist-packed Budapest, we hopped on a bus followed the Danube down through Southern Hungary into the Serbian capital of Belgrade.
I don’t know too many people who have been to Serbia but the one’s who have been have loved it. I can now see why – Belgrade is amazing. We spent five nights here across two visits and I’d definitely come back again.
When I write up my notes from the places I’ve been to, it’s sometimes easier to just dig out the ‘Donald Trump thesaurus’, and list a bunch of other ways to say ‘excellent’.
However, I’ll avoid falling into that trap on this occasion and stick to being honest- and by doing so I can say that the locals of Budapest are some of the moodiest people that I’ve ever met.