Day 26: Report from a bus

I’m on the bus to Belgrade. Driving out of Sarajevo, up into the mountains, was incredible. The narrow roads climbing up and down the steep slopes of the mountains. Luckily, the driver of this bus is a careful guy. I’ve seen some other busses drive past, I would not have wanted to sit in any of them.

And then, the plateau, with the flowering meadows and sheep. Listening to First Aid Kit and eating a Bosnian cherry jam pastry, I couldn’t have had a more enjoyable time.

[Here, I was supposed to insert photos of the mountains and the plateau meadows, but alas, my phone got stolen before I managed to transfer them onto my computer – so you’ll have to imagine them instead!]

Now, well into Serbia, the mountains are way behind us and the flat land is yet again covered in corn and sunflower fields, just like in Hungary. And just like in Hungary, the temperature has increased several degrees. The sun is shining and if this bus wasn’t air conditioned, I would be soaked in sweat. I have a new stamp in my passport and soon I’ll meet Hanna and Kirke. Amazingly enough, the bus even seems to be on time.

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Later:

After some confusion and delays on their part, Hanna, Kirke and Hanna’s friend Ana picked me up at the bus station.

And our first night together in Belgrade was spent looking for dinner, finally buying some tasty Serbian fastfood. Meat in bread with hot sauce, salad and onions. Anything can taste great, as long as you’re eating it with your friends.