Evening, all. I`m in Belgrade, at a cheap n cheerful hostel which has let me take my bike into the dorm, as there aren`t any other guests.
Serbia is cool, a cheap country at last. I got myself very lost in Fruska Gora national park yesterday, but it was wonderful, as I was up high, way above the flat plains to the north, which I was beginning to find a bit tedious. I spent the night at a deserted summer camp, which had everything you need for camping (excepting running water, warm showers and a bar). I found my way back down the track in the morning, and I was amused to see that it was described as a Mountaineers` Shelter. I wouldn`t mind betting I was the first cycle tourist on many of those roads (a generous description for the muddy and gravelly tracks) which I rode along to get there. Also, the only road signs were in Cyrillic letters...
No photos yet, the connection here is a bit slow, and I`m using reception`s computer. I`m just waiting for mz laundry to dry, then I`ll have a wander out into the city.
