Journal - Napló

Srbja & Crna Gora

Posted on July 21, 2009 at 9:25 PM

    We are in Budva, Montenegro. Since we left Belgrade three nights ago we've been to a Serbian folk music festival, witnessed how to train pit bull terriers, traded our items and learned why not to accept rides from taxis. Not to mention that we've hitched quite a bit. And hiked.



   How long it takes to get a ride varies quite a bit. Our longest wait on this stretch was just outside Prijepolje. We arrived there on Sunday afternoon, successfully traded both of our items and walked a few kilometers out of town to put up our tent. We got up the following morning blind to the fact that we weren't going anywhere until eight o clock that evening. After two hours of hitch hiking a guy walks past us and says: ?Coffee?? I hadn't been thinking of much else the previous two hours and was more than happy to accept. After a good one hour brake in the shadow we resumed hitch hiking. Two more fruitless hours ensued before we hear a familiar voice: ?Coffee!?!? Once again we were not hard to ask. After yet another attempt at charming oncoming traffic without luck, we were invited for the experience of the day: pit bull terrier training. He had four of them. All fighting dogs.The one we were going to train that day was a two times winner. The training consisted of playing catch in the river. The dog loved it. As a matter of fact the dog seemed to love everyone and everything except other pit bulls. All the same we opted to let our friend handle the training.



   The day we left Belgrade was long one. We hitch hiked out of the city with ease, but got stuck at a town after only fifty kilometers. There we amused ourselves for some time by making long exposure pictures. As the clock ticked closer to midnight and traffic was less and less we realized that ourchances of getting a ride to anywhere decent for our tent were slim.The place we were at was not suited at all so we decided to take shifts. I'd sleep until three and then take over hitch hiking from three to six. After forty minutes of sleep Peter wakes me up. We got a ride from Boran, a crazy guy who took us straight to Uzize. At arrival he invites us up to his nightclub. Three floors up there was a party like you wouldn't believe. He said we could drink as much as we wanted. It was on him. We didn't. It had been an extremely long day and the only thing on my mind was finding a safe place to sleep.



   The following day we got up at ten on account of the sun turning our tent into a sauna. So we packed up the tent, walked fifty meters into the forest, put up our hammocks and had siesta until four. Later that day we were standing at a gas station asking around for rides when we noticed that a curious amount of people were walking past us and up into the hills. After some speculation as to the reason for this we opted to investigate. As we followed the crowd we were joined by more people and we started hearing music in the distance. Turned out there was a Serbian folk music festival there. Trumpet music, thousands ofpeople, whole animals on the grill; it was a party!



   Between Zlatibor and Nova Varos there is a beautiful lake. We know this very well because we walked the whole length of it. Only it was a shame how much litter there was at the sides of the road. Seeing that we still hadn't done our day of work in Serbia we decided to clean up a small stretch. Then we walked on, saw that there was enough garbage to pick for a whole army of litter pickers and promptly ignored the litter from that point on.



   Jumping forward to Budva I have two stories. One involves a really bad trade, the other one a taxi driver. Our first ride today was with a really nice old man who, when we left his car insisted that we take with us a two liter bottle of beer he had bought for us. Unlike many in the region, we are not really into large quantities of beer for breakfast. So I went to a little shop and attempted to trade the beer for some juice or something. Stupid as I was I entered the shop without showing the clerk that I had brought the bottle of a beer with me. So in short, my mission to trade left me empty handed after some minutes of futile attempts at explaining the situation by gesticulation. After only five minutes of hitch hiking in that spot a taxi pulled over. We walk over and say that we don't want a taxi, that we are hitch hiking. No problem he said. No euros we said. No problem he said. That settled we got in the car with him and another passenger. When we got to Budva some four hours later it turned out that it was a problem. He wanted money after all. We said that he had got that money from his other passenger and that we had made it clear that we were hitchhiking. He wouldn't have any of it and threatened to call the police. We invited him to. In the end he realized that we weren't going to pay him a second fare for the trip and gave up trying to get it. We would off course have payed him to defuse the situation if it had been necessary, but as it was we saw no reason to let our selves be pushed around.

   Next up is Albania. We are staying with a guy here in Budva who tells us that Albanians are extremely hospitable and friendly. I can't wait to see if he is right.


Categories: English, Montenegro, by Kenneth

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Reply X4Nd3R
3:02 AM on July 22, 2009 
As long as you don't take rides from polish bikers you'll be OK :-)

Got an idea for your day of work in Albania: working at the carwash!!
Reply Saillashups
8:19 AM on January 13, 2010 
unsteady answers i like it