Our second morning in Belgrade (12/7), I was reminded of the downsides with traveling with friends. We didn’t get started as planned in the morning, and low blood sugar levels, past unsolved disagreements and other stuff eventually led to Hanna and Kirke having a major fight in the middle of the central shopping street in Belgrade.
I mostly tried to stay out of the way, especially after trying to negotiate between them – instead, I was caught in the crossfire, harshly told off.
But luckily, by the time we reached the old Kalemegdan Citadel, the issue had been solved, Hanna and Kirke had hugged it out, and we could pose together by the wall overlooking the two Belgrade rivers meeting: the Sava and the Danube.
I bought two pairs of earrings at the fort, and Kirke bought some rakija and honey as gifts for her parents – but Hanna was the one spending the most time looking at the souvenirs, first the lamb skin slippers and then the small stones with icons painted on them, sold by a man right in front of the fort gate. But in the end, she didn’t buy anything at all. She could not make up her mind.
I like the colors on that wall. It’s almost the Ducor Hotel Monrovia again. Again.
And just a couple of blocks down, the corner house had a tower. They do have some nice buildings in downtown Belgrade too, old Durcol. Despite it being kind of run down.
Katja Malmborg 