Day 1. Our journey to Beograd was truly
connected with high amount of luck. From those 5 cars which stopped us, I
should mention at least 2 of them. First guy’s name was Baťo and he used to
play football for Switzerland, but since he was like 50 years old and already
retired, he was just driving from one place to another and enjoying his life as
much as possible. He mentioned that he decided in the morning to visit his
friend on the other side of Serbia and spend night with her, so he just took a
car and hit the road (not as good as deciding to go to Bahamas in the morning,
but still…).
Next guy was Idon’tRememberYourNameSorryDude and he was working on a boat for 7 years already, so he basically traveled the world. On the boat. Finally also Georgia had an opportunity to talk to drivers. He dropped us in center of Beograd, right after he invited us for čevapi. It was like 8pm already, so getting from Berane to Beograd took us whole day. We found a hostel and went to explore a city, but in maybe less than 15 minutes we found ourselves in an exhibition of local Fine Art Faculty (maybe not exhibition, since they were also selling their pics). There we’ve met Irena. She went for a walk with us, invited us to her friend’s apartment for “a party”, where we’ve met a lot of locals and became a friends with them. After that great time, we’ve made an appointment for next day’s morning and went to bed.
Next guy was Idon’tRememberYourNameSorryDude and he was working on a boat for 7 years already, so he basically traveled the world. On the boat. Finally also Georgia had an opportunity to talk to drivers. He dropped us in center of Beograd, right after he invited us for čevapi. It was like 8pm already, so getting from Berane to Beograd took us whole day. We found a hostel and went to explore a city, but in maybe less than 15 minutes we found ourselves in an exhibition of local Fine Art Faculty (maybe not exhibition, since they were also selling their pics). There we’ve met Irena. She went for a walk with us, invited us to her friend’s apartment for “a party”, where we’ve met a lot of locals and became a friends with them. After that great time, we’ve made an appointment for next day’s morning and went to bed.
Day 2. We woke up, went to explore a city,
and moved our stuff from hostel to Irena’s place. She kind of invited us for a
New Year’s party and since we wanted to travel next morning to Zagreb, she
allowed us to drop our stuff at hers. So we’ve also met her mum, who prepared
us some delicious food and was really hospitable and talkative. Then we had a
walk, followed by great dinner in a really beautiful restaurant (and also kind
of expensive, but it was worth it, after few months of potato diet- name is homa), then
preparation to New Year’s party, followed by party itself.
At first we went to
a place from day before, where we’ve celebrated with the same people and danced
a little. It was pretty “intimate” atmosphere there, so half an hour after
midnight we decided to switch local for something more “punk” and headed to
city to…
Day 3. private apartment right in the
center. It was really crowded and average age might be 40, but still, they had
great music (rock ‘n’ roll mostly) and I danced all night until maybe 5am. Then
we went to sleep a little, before our upcoming journey to Zagreb. But since
Georgia looked like a jelly, I asked Irena, if we could stay at hers one night
longer and she immediately agreed. This hospitality literally melted my heart
(or maybe figuratively) and I fell asleep thinking about turtles.
To describe time spent at Irena’s place, after we woke up would take a long time, so I’ll make it shorter. We’ve been chillin’ and doing nothing. Like really nothing, at one moment I even stopped breathing, just because I can. So if it is true, what they say, that whole year is the same as its first day, my year might be laziest year of my life, full of stuff I will not finish or mess up. Like this article. I forgot that almost one whole day we were also in Novi Sad and I realized that after I wanted to add photos to this article. And for the reason I really don’t want to re-write the whole story, I will just mention it in my little emo poem:
To describe time spent at Irena’s place, after we woke up would take a long time, so I’ll make it shorter. We’ve been chillin’ and doing nothing. Like really nothing, at one moment I even stopped breathing, just because I can. So if it is true, what they say, that whole year is the same as its first day, my year might be laziest year of my life, full of stuff I will not finish or mess up. Like this article. I forgot that almost one whole day we were also in Novi Sad and I realized that after I wanted to add photos to this article. And for the reason I really don’t want to re-write the whole story, I will just mention it in my little emo poem:
Novi Sad
(Martin Frič)
They went to Novi Sad,
it wasn't that sad.
The End.
To be continued...
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