Blimey, it has been two weeks since our last blog update and
we have travelled through three countries, clocked up 1,100 kilometres but now
sat in the beautiful bay of Kotor, or Boka Kotorska, in Montenegro! But I am
getting ahead of myself as when we last blogged we were in Lake Bled, and were
rather sad to leave, when we did leave Lake Bled and our new friends, Adam and
Sophie (you can find their blog at
www.europebycamper.com ,
we headed to Zagreb, the capital of Croatia. Now this really wasn’t as
exciting as it could/should have been as we were only using Zagreb as a stopover
and were actually camped on a campsite which you had to drive through the
petrol station to get to and was directly behind the motorway, so don’t judge
Zagreb on this blog as we really didn’t ‘do’ it. We left early the next day
after a particularly warm night and started heading to the Croatian border into
Serbia.
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Major traffic at Serbian Border |
We had been warned about entering Serbia as it can be a bit
hit-and-miss so we were prepared and had our friendliest faces on and after a
rather long queue to the border control we had our passports stamped and were
promptly on our way, another easy and uneventful border crossing is what we
like! The plan with Serbia was to meet up with my stepdad and younger brother,
Sacha and Nicky, who go on holiday to Sachas family farm in Pančevo every year,
which is about forty minutes from Belgrade (the capital of Serbia). In order
for us to meet up with Sacha and Nicky we agreed to meet at the Pančevo
swimming pool, which we had directions to and so weren’t worried. So we end up
at this swimming pool which was exactly where it was supposed to be (turn right
at the second traffic light, follow signs for sports centre and its on your
left, type thing), so we parked and text Sacha to let him know we were here, to
which they replied that they would be half an hour. This was fine, and we had
our lunch and had a bit of a sunbathe, when the phone rang; Sacha and Nicky
were here already but couldn’t spot us. Couldn’t spot us?! Have you seen Bert??
Pretty hard to miss! After a lot of chatting and tensions running high we said
that we were obviously on the other side of the swimming pool to them and
Steven would cycle over and let them know where we were. We didn’t have enough
credit to call them anymore so I just waited by Bert the Merc while Steve went for
a cycle to find them. He went all the way round and had no luck and so we
decided to go into the pool and find out if maybe there was more than one pool
in Pančevo that we could go to… after finding an English speaking doctor on
poolside we found out that no- there is only one pool in Pančevo but we weren’t
actually in Pančevo…. We were still in Belgrade. Brilliant.
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Serbian Dinar |
Worse thing is, is that we were kind of wondering why our
satnav still said that our journey had twenty minutes left…. It took us
precisely 20 minutes to get to the
right
swimming pool and it was never spoke of again. Ever.
At the farm, which was down a little dirt track, we were
given a bit of a feast- three courses of yummy food cooked by Our Serbian Nan
and Aunt and just chilled around Pančevo which offers loads of cafes and
restaurants, all of which have free wifi! The next day we went to the police station
as with Serbia, all tourists are supposed to register their stay with their
local police station as soon as possible. Luckily for us we had our own Serbian
translator (Sacha) so when the policemen in the station explained that you need
to go across the street to buy the form (equivalent to 50p) to then fill out
and submit to the police reception, we knew what to do, as even though most young
people speak English it is not always a given with the older Serbian’s. This
was all pretty straight forward and didn’t take very long so after this we went
to some lovely cafes and shops (you will see a theme here of lots of cafes and
restaurants as its obviously one of Pančevo’s biggest industries!) and then to a market which was really interesting and similar to those we have been to before but in this market you could get anything from a wedding dress to a new boiler!
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Belgrade Ruins |
Serbia is a beautiful and very friendly country, we really enjoyed our stay here but it is a different culture and lifestyle compared to home! From cats in the police station to their ambulance car choices! Their driving attitude is also very different and yet many motorcyclists choose to wear hard hats, if anything while driving down the motorway!
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Serbian Ambulance! |
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Yes, thats a cat...asleep... in a police station. |
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One of our friends in the loo. |
After about ten days in Serbia and having a lovely catch up
with some of the family and seeing some parts of Serbia that we never would
have if it weren’t for the family we have out there, we made our way to Montenegro
but had a stopover in Čačak, Serbia. This campsite was found after a very long
drive and due to our lack of information regarding campsites in
Serbia, we stopped at the first one we found once we were sick of driving! This
lead us to a small but friendly campsite which was pretty dated in the
facilities department but it was only £6. It was nice enough and had enough quirks to keep us
occupied and entertained for the one evening we were there, such as a very old
and wobbly wooden bridge we found! But
we promptly left in the morning, crossing our fingers and toes that the next
campsite would be a bit better, and that we would reach Montenegro!
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Health and Safety gone mad? |
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The Rickety Bridge
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Safe on the other side
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Our next blog will be our adventures in Montenegro!
Much love and Happy Camping!