Blue Danube 24Jul08 | [Rio] 0
We woke to a more promising looking second day in Belgrade. If slightly dodgy politically at our time of arrival, we hadn’t witnessed anything extraordinary, except the ridiculous amounts of rain. The weather looked better today, though.
After a liberal suncream application and a pilgrimage to the truly delicious local 24 hour bakery, we walked over to the ruins of a fortress held by the Austrians, and then the Ottomans… I lose track, but Serbia seems to have been occupied by most of the rest of the Eastern bloc at some point in it’s history. As a result of Serbia constantly being fought over, the fortress especially (as the main building in Belgrade all those years ago) must have seen it’s fair share of conflict – fittingly, in the grounds of the fortress was a military museum, displaying tanks and other weaponry; models of those used in Serbia throughout the centuries. Nick and Nick nearly cried with happiness. Boys and their toys…
Also in the grounds of the fortress was a bar called ‘Oh, Cinema!’ with huge screens playing some sort of Harrison Ford extravaganza. The location of the open-air bar was absolutely stunning, but I don’t think the Serbians have really picked up on the English tradition of a pint at 11am, becuase it was virtually deserted. We did come back in the vening, but the bar was still fairly empty – the views made it worth stopping off for a drink, though.
After a wander through the park grounds adjacent to the fortress ruins, we decided to stop for lunch at a highly recommthe ended cafe (we found it in Nick S’ guide book, which has proved invaluable throughout the trip) called ‘?’. The cafe was situated next to a cathedral, and was asked to change it’s name from ‘The cafe at the Cathedral’ as the cathedral didn’t want any affiliation with it. The food was nice enough, but the most incredible part of the meal was that it emerged that Nick Manners had no idea what t toilet brush is. Mr. and Mrs. Manners, you have raised a funny, intelligent and well-rounded individual, but his failing is that apparently, he is not in the habit of leaving the toilet in an attractive state after relieving himself. How could he possibly have missed the trusty toilet brush?
After lunch, we visited the Konak (residence) of Princess Ljubica. The house was very attractive, and decorated with furniture from all sorts of eras, but it wasn’t as big as I expected. In fact, the curse of living such a priveleged Surrey lie that we are so used to huge grandeur that it’s dificult to appreciate how wealthy the Princess must have been in comparison with the rest of the Serbian population, as opposed to how wealthy she was in comparison with most of our friends (about the same).
We spend the evening getting ready to go out, in the ‘European clubbing centre’. Disappointingly, we didn’t seem to find the wild clubbing scene, and had to leave the raft club afloat on the Danube before the party got going, ready to get up early the next morning.