Blogs from Serbia, Europe - page 9
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In April 2005 Joca and I went to Mokra Gora over weekend. Close to the border with Bosnia and Herzegovina, this mountain if famous for the Šargan Eight (Serbian: Шарганска осмица), a narrow heritage scenic railway, running from the village of Mokra Gora to Šargan Vitasi station. It was build after the World War I as part of the line Belgrade-Sarajevo. The climb over the mountain was an engineering masterpiece: from Uzice to the summit the height difference was 240 metres; it was 3.5 km direct line but by rail it was 15.4 km; the average gradient was 18% and there were 20 tunnels. Steam trains are the main attraction but we preferred to walk. We visited locations where Kusturica’s 2004 film “Life is a miracle” was made. There is a small hotel “Mokra Gora”, where ... read more
We arrived back at the Bus Station in Belgrade, after 3 days in the north. The arrivals is across the road in a separate section and the missing onslaught of taxi touts from the airport are all there in force. We ignored the clamour and proceeded to walk up the hill towards Republic Square to get a bus to our accommodation - a word of warning if carrying a large rucksack, the hill is steep! One of the things we didn't accomplish in the previous few days, was go to the Nicola Tesla Museum (200 dinars). He was basically the father of modern electricity - although as non-scientists we seemed to have allowed this to by-pass us on the journey through life. After various studies and jobs around Europe, he went to the USA to turn ... read more
I was flattered and happy that Rodica and Nelu asked me to stay for another night. The only downside was that I was expected to meet my next couchsurfing host two countries away the same day I left Oradea. So I was up early and after a tasty breakfast I was zooming down the backroads through Romania, then through a bit of Hungary on my way to Serbia. I was pretty darned proud of my navigation through the city of Szeged, Hungary until I got out of town a few miles and realized I was on the same road I came in on. But eventually I was on the right track, through another border and into Palic, Serbia. There were no house numbers so I drove around awhile and eventually asked a girl in a convenience ... read more
We entered the world of Cyrillic bus timetables in the bid to relocate to Novi Sad - capital of the autonomous region of Vojvodina. The timetables of course meant absolutely nothing and it was just a case of scrolling down until finding what Novi Sad looked like on the Cyrillic translation we had written down. In the end it was all quite straight forward, we were directed from one ticket booth to Number 13 (!!) where a degree of English smoothed the transaction. The transaction also came with an explanation of the token that you get with the bus ticket (575 dinars) - a token is required to get through the barriers on to the platforms at the main Belgrade bus station, so don’t lose it. The same token system didn’t operate on the return from ... read more
Belgrade - apart from a few perceptive pieces in the travel sections of the weekend broadsheet newspapers and a growing reputation amongst the dedicated followers of the club scene, it doesn’t usually get a glowing press. As a rule, it seems to suffer from the reputation which the previous tensions in the area brought about and unfortunately our visit coincided with some more international bad press after football related violence before a Europa League game in mid September and threatened violence around a subsequently banned civil rights march. I had read a number of pieces of travel literature and previous blogs on the subject of arrival at Nikola Tesla Airport, so along with the above reports fresh in mind and the warnings about over enthusiastic taxi touts it was with a bit of trepidation that we ... read more
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After some ticketing hassles in Vienna, we made it through to Belgrade and had 6 hrs to kill. Of course we decided to make a short visit to the city. Negotiations started as soon as we stepped out of the arrivals lounge, with the first taxi offer being about ten times what was suggested by the trusty Lonely Planet. We opted for the 500 Dina option of the airport bus. Nothing to see on the trip into town through the aroma suggested the urgent need for innovations in personal hygiene. The bus dropped us in a dingy part of town where all expressions were severe but perhaps 2 km away was the lovely Kalemegdan citadel. The buildings we passed on the walk were austere and pretty ugly. Some had once been beautiful but were crumbling now. ... read more
The train you are on starts heading in the wrong direction;already an hour past its expected arrival time. You look up the menu to see what your options are-Meat..bread...Meat..bread... some cheese.....Meat..bread... You see buses with rosary beads hanging from the rear-view mirror and images of Jesus and the whole gang staring down at the vehicle's occupants.Gripping on to the seat in front of you, driver hooting his horn.. making yet another unsuccessful attempt at hurdling his way past a group of motorists;you start to think his fondness for all things religious, is less about faith and more about necessity- as he,and the rest of the crazy balkan drivers, need all the help they can get. Yes,I know,it's been awhile. Expensive internet cafes; overcoming 'bloggers block';trying to avoid the impatient glares of fellow travellers the second I ... read more
Today Gail woke up at about 8 am and had to rush to the Tesco and get our staxs of food for our 37 hour train to Athens in Greece. After making staxs of sandwiches for our train and getting packed we rushed to the station to find out that yes, today’s train was also delayed.... but only by 20 minutes. So after our long wait we got onto the train, this was going to be a deathly! (Not literally dying but close enough) After travelling all the way through to Serbia and making it to the border after 7 long hours on a train, we find out at the passport control will not you travel through the country unless you have a transit visa! So we got told that we have to take our ... read more
DAY 103 Flying to Belgrade this morning!! We are on our own for the next month. No more having to fit into other peoples schedules. We are up at 5:45 and leave the hotel at 7:00AM. We take the metro to the bus station. It's an hour ride to the airport. We are flying JAT airlines. This is the Serbian Airlines. We have no idea what to expect, but everything seems to be just like all the others. Going through security they pull out our water bottles and my hand cleanser that is 110 ml bottle, although is not full. They scrape off the price label to mind the # of ml, now this is being very conscientious. They fail to notice the 200ml bottle of sunscreen Angie had forgotten to put her in check bag.l ... read more
17 July 2009, Friday Woke up very early this morning and showered and did some uni work. Packed my bag and hung around until 9am but when the hostel guy didn't show up I just left him a note to say I still had the key and my bags were there even though I had 'officially' checked out. As I hadn't had a whole lot of a chance yesterday to look around beyond the pedestrianised area downtown, my first stop was supposed to be Petrovaradin Citadel. As per the instructions in the guide book, I got the number three bus but as I didn't know where to get off, I managed to go past it. Since I was already past it, I just decided to get the bus all the way to the end of the ... read more
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