Tag Archives: Serbia ๐Ÿ‡ท๐Ÿ‡ธ

stegosaurus

This post is about a 27km walk from Kladovo to Drobeta-Turnu Severin. I cross the border from Serbia to Romania via the Iron Gate I dam. When I go to the supermarket in the morning to buy some provisions (mostly bananas, bread, and ayvar), I see a huge dude with a slogan on the back […]


Trajan’s Bridge

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This post is about a 27km walk from Velesnica to Kladovo. I walk the wrong way, one time by accident, one time on purpose. The first fisherman showed up at 4:30. He walked past my tent, went down to the river, looked at it for a while, and then disappeared. Alexander showed up at about […]


fishing huts

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This post is about a 26km walk from Mihajlovac to Velesnica. Bojan and his daughter come to visit. And I get my own stickers. I woke up early and continued my walk along the Danube. The country was flat and the sun was hot. They were a lot of large summer houses on the shores […]


Istros

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This post is about a 19km walk from Negotin to Mihajlovac. I reach the Danube, and a bureaucratic hurdle means that I have to hurry. I would have liked to stay longer at the Base Camp in Negotin, but a problem had arisen: the border of Serbia and Romania at Kladovo was located on the […]


Bojan’s Base

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This post is about a few lazy days at the Base Camp For Adventurers in Negotin. I hang out with Bojan and his family, and I play with Ralph. I spent the whole day at Bojan’s place, the Base Camp For Adventurers. Well, actually I spent two days there. And I would have loved to […]


killing candles

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This post is about a 20km walk from Salaลก to Negotin. I see a monastery and meet Bojan, owner of the Base Camp for Adventurers. Today it wasn’t a bird that woke me up. It was a group of farmers. They had come to a field next to where I was camping to start their […]


hoopoe

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This post is about a 24km walk from Rgotina to Salaลก. I walk on quiet roads during the day and under the moonlight during the night. I woke up early in the morning to the sound of an alarm. Beep-beep, it went, beep-beep-beep. Only it wasn’t an alarm. I looked out from my tent into […]


home advantage

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This post is about a 23km walk from Bor to Rgotina. Chinese workers invite me to lunch, then I make a friend who is also Chinese. “Why don’t you have lunch with us?” one of the Chinese guys said. They were staying in the same hotel as I, and the day before I had failed […]


copper and gold

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This post is about an attempted visit to the copper mine in Bor. I get rejected at the gate and walk around in the surroundings of the mine. When someone told me that they were a lot of Chinese people in Bor, I just nodded. I could see them everywhere I went. In the restaurants, […]


horned viper

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This post is about a 26km walk from Felix Romuliana to Bor. I walk with a shepherd, and then I make a dangerous friend. The ruins were spectacular. The reminded me of the Gate Of Trajan in Bulgaria, only these were much bigger. There was a mosaic under a protective roof, and there were some […]


the emperor and his mom

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This post is about a 11km walk from Zajeฤar to Felix Romuliana. I take a mean shortcut that leads me to the grave of a Roman Emperor. I’ve decided to take a detour. There are some Roman ruins west of here, and they look pretty interesting. They’re called Felix Romuliana, and they house the grave […]


is it hops?

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This post is about having some Zajeฤarsko beer in Zajeฤar. I also try to visit the brewery, but I only get as far as the gate. The whole town smells like beer. Or rather: it depends on how the wind blows. Sometimes there is nothing, and then at other times there’s a strong smell of […]


you don’t make up pranks

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This post is about an 18km walk from Vratarnica to Zajeฤar. There is a charming but forgotten village where I end up ringing the church bells. I wake up in my tent and look at the watch: it’s five in the morning. I open my sleeping bag and the tent flap. The time for the […]


deer stand

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This post is about a 25km walk from Knjaลพevac to Vratarnica. The wind is a bit strong, but in the end there is a nice deer stand. I said goodbye to the people at the hotel and started walking. Both the map app and the weather app said that the day was going to be […]


the party

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This post is about a party in Knjaลพevac. There is a lot of singing and dancing, and I end up drinking too much. I spent most of the day in my room. There was always so much to do: sort my photographs, write up my blog posts, reply to a bunch of emails, etc. flowers […]


a perfect tree

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This post is about a 26km walk from Svrljig to Knjaลพevac. I struggle with some more uphill roads, but then it gets easy. The night has been a bit better than the one before. But again everything is wet. Thick morning dew has covered the Caboose, the tent, and even the inside of the tent. […]


something to love

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This post is about a 21km walk from Malcha to Svrljig. I get a bottle of home-made slivovitz, and I struggle with an uphill road. Goddammit. I made exactly the same mistake as that time in November when I was sleeping in the village school of Samanci in Turkey. Again I figured that it would […]


out of the gate

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This post is about a 15km walk from Niลก to Malcha. I hide from the rain in the Stambol Gate, then I take a dirt road through the hills. It’s a bit hard to say goodbye to Rajko and the family. His seven year old granddaughter shows one last pantomime: she puts one of her […]


the concentration camp they called “Red Cross”

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This post is about a visit to the Red Cross Concentration Camp in Niลก. I have the rare opportunity to ride a bicycle. After breakfast, Rajko asked me to pick a bicycle. He wanted to take me to the Red Cross Concentration Camp in Niลก. It was called “Red Cross” because when Nazi Germany built […]


the cyclist

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This post is about my friend Rajko the cyclist. I stay with him in Niลก, and I play with his dogs until I fall asleep. I am staying with Rajko, a retired technician and cyclist. He reminds me of my old friend Uncle Shen from รœrรผmqi. Just like Uncle Shen, Rajko also waited until his […]