If you want to read Serbian you must master a new alphabet! There is a freedom that comes from not being able to decipher signs … we pretty much do as we like! I’m proud to say Though that I impressed locals with the two words of Serbian I mastered.
This Belgrade canine gives new meaning to the term lap dog.
We did a two day layover in Belgrade. We took some city tours which highlighted Belgrades tumultuous past. Our tour guide was 29 years old and has lived in four countries — and he has always lived in Belgrade! Remember taking American or Canadian history in high school — that would be a breeze compared to Serbian history.
This was part of an underground tour. It ended in a cave where we tried Serbian wine.
Enjoying tea and cake (made by the best pastry chief in Serbia — so I’m told).
Emission standards must be lax — the smell of sulfuric acid hung in the air.
It’s always good to know where your tractor is!
We crossed the border into Romania today and were greeted with interesting sights (and a killer head wind).
This fella had just filled his pail at the community well and really wanted to talk to me (he spoke Romanian, I spoke English, and we smiled a lot) and shake my hand.
Working the field, but eager to stop and wave at us.
And look what pulled out in front of us …
We’ve had to stop for a lot of things, but this was a first!
Best of all have been the people! Most people have benches outside their homes … they sit and watch life go by!
These kids ran in the street to great us .. in English no less! I showed them some pics from home.
Our first day in Romania — the roads were good. About 600 more miles … we’ll hope for the best!
Everyone has been very friendly. Waving and yelling hello as we ride by. We’ve even been stopped by cars interested in saying hi and finding out where we’re from.
I waved and said hi (in Serbian) to a man sitting on his bench. He jumped up and said hi, welcome to Kovin (in English). I replied thank you (in Serbian). He replied your welcome (in … you guessed it, English). I think we both exhausted our vocabulary!
And folks have been accommodating. I really needed my hair trimmed and colored when I went into a salon. They said there was no time, I should’ve made an appointment. I explained my predicament (we arrive in towns in the afternoon and leave in the morning) and asked if anyone could just trim my bangs. This sounds like as simple conversation, but it involved three employees and took five minutes (due to the language issues). It was resolved — the seeming manager told the receptionist she could do it. Now I got a little nervous, but hair grows back so … I’m happy to report the receptionist should be promoted — she did a good job.