Belgrade; Tuesday, 29 July, 2014

…The highest potential for something going wrong had been with having to transit through Dubrovnik, but the part of the trip that had been worrying me the most was how far out of my depth was I going to be in a country where they didn’t even use the same script as everywhere else I’d ever been.

After a very pleasant flight with Air Serbia and an exceptionally speedy journey through Belgrade airport and onto the shuttle bus it started to become very obvious that there wasn’t much to worry about as the Cyrillic was always accompanied by a Latin text version, and a lot of the time by a direct English translation.

A hefty hike up a steep hill with heavy luggage brought me to my hotel, and after checking in, and waiting the 60 minutes whilst they processed my passport to make me legally resident in the country as a tourist, I headed out into town to have a look around.

I headed up to the Belgrade Fortress which dominates the city to take in the views. I arrived around the same time as sunset which was amazing to watch as it disappeared behind the confluence of the Sava and Danube Rivers.

A long wander round the complex, and by the time I was heading back towards the park it’s located in it was getting quite dark.

I walked down the main pedestrianized street and found a nice restaurant to grab a light supper (two lots of airline food and snacking in departures at Dubrovnik had kind of killed my appetite for the day), before heading back to my hotel just as the evening thunder storm was starting, arriving back just as the first heavy drops were falling.