Last walk through Belgrade

Bicycle elevator sign. :)

I think building on the right used to be very grand. I could see old beds and such through the windows, walking along the bridge to the right (which you cannot see in the photo).

Attempted to go to the Modern Art Museum but it was bombed in 1999 and still under repair.

Walking through the park along the Danube.

Fashionistas everywhere.

In the suburb of Zemun. I spent about an hour sitting in the window on the left watching people. It was the only non smoking establishment I found, and I was happy. I don't care if it's a chain in Serbia!

Would you guess this is a mall in Serbia? I always was creeped out by malls, and the loss of time and place that occurs once you enter. I think it's the retailers hope this occurs, so you lose your whole day losing all your money to things you didn't need anyway...

Going home...

Novi Sad a.k.a. Нови Сад

I decided to take the train to Novi Sad today. It's the location of Exit Festival and supposedly a little more of a cafe culture, and laid back. I also love public transport, so the idea of a few hours on the train sounded good and relaxing to me.

Gorgeous exteriors. A bit deceiving.

Trying to document how filthy it was, but this picture does not do justice. I was mulling over whether it was the dirtiest public transit I'd ever been on or not.

Novi Sad Train Station.

It's a pretty town. And the people seem happier as well.

And they were having a marathon!

This guy's trying to decide whether he needs new glasses or not. I think anyway.

Ok that was sick whipped cream or marshmallow creme or lard sugar. I'm not sure which. The underneath was a local thing called "Zito" which is a walnut/wheat dessert and not too sweet actually. This was lunch. When you're solo you can eat dessert for lunch if you want.

It was actually the 10th anniversary of the overthrow of Milosevic's regime-- back on Oct 5, 2000.

I'd just like to point out that they're more bike friendly in Serbia than they were in New Zealand. Bet you wouldn't have guessed that. They have special bike lanes and no curbs to jump. And cars don't try to kill cyclists. How nice.

Poor damn marathoners.

Is that not cool or what? And all safety-like with the vest.

Catching the train home.

Oh wait, it's the bus. The train broke. So we had to return our tickets and pay 4 times as much for the bus and then ride in this thing which was "kinda broken." Plus people were smoking in there. Nothing like being in an enclosed space with a sinus cold breathing cigarettes. I was thinking that the smoking thing might just be what gets me back to the States. I truly hate it so much.

Riot police lined up. Today was a gay pride parade, which I read about on the way to Novi Sad. Apparently Serbs are not into that sort of thing and the riots had been expected. Really sad. There was broken shit everywhere, only a half block from my hostel. Glad I'd left town for the day.

Stairs to the underpass.

Are berets for army compulsory around the world?

And VERY SADLY, I was going to go to an art exhibit called Oktober Salon, here, but it was closed due to the Damn Riots. Oh well.

Post note: When I got back to my hostel, the girl at the front desk wanted to know where I'd gone today. I said, "Novi Sad." She was relieved, and had been worried that I was caught up in the riots. Very sweet.

Second post note: I decided if I continue to visit Eastern Europe (which I will), then I really need to learn the Cryllic alphabet. That's next on my list of things to do. And watercolor class.