When Jamie informed me that there wasn’t much to eat in Serbia apart from the street food staples of burgers and pancakes (more like crepes), I knew I was in for a good week. And Belgrade has come through in spades. Continuing my spiral towards scurvy and related deprivations, I have thoroughly enjoyed these feasts, no less magnificent for their frequency. I could go on at some length about each… the burgers are certainly not the highest quality meat, but they’re gigantic, and come in these pouches of fresh bread, halfway to pita. Stuffed with chilli sauce and mayo and onions and so many other things, they are by a wide margin the best version of a burger I have ever had. And the pancakes. Oh the pancakes. They’re everywhere, fresh crepes stuffed with whatever you could want, hot and soft and gooey with cheese or nutella or honey. To top it off, you can acquire these foods at literally any time of the day or night, and they usually also sell beer. Several evenings ended or began in the red-plastic shielded outdoor café of a certain fastfood dealer, completely happy. Fan. Tastic.
Food has been interspersed with jazz clubs tucked inside riverside apartment buildings or perched on top of a seven-story, mostly abandoned/partly converted factory building overlooking a freeway interchange and another stretch of river. Amazing balcony. Also made a visit to the Tesla museum, interesting, though the overwhelming nationalist love expressed by the cheesy movie and the tour good were a bit much. Well worth it to play with a Tesla coil though. Also sampled the legendary Belgrade club scene in a place that managed to be absolutely packed at 3 on a Wednesday, wandered many a street, checked out the fortress/military museum, the largest orthodox cathedral in the world (still beautifully under construction), and generally tried to absorb the city.
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Today all that is history though, via a longer than expected minibus ride through the much more beautiful than expected mountains of Bosnia. I can’t think of a road more classically winter. Trees absolutely coated in snow, forming a tunnel around the narrow, winding highway, the river emerging occasionally on one side, with the gentle mountains beyond. We left Belgrade quite a bit late due to some folks being slow off their plane, but the driver did his best to make up the time by driving extremely fast the entire way. Cruising past cars at nearly double their speed in the sleeting rain was a little nerve-wracking at first, but somehow you settle into it. By the time we hit the snowy passes, I was confident enough to not mind the occasional skid. Now safe and sound in Sarajevo, and in great time. And they still have burgers here, so life is most excellent 
