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.
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