Ok. Forget about Paris. You'll see those pictures someday, but for now, there are just too many and the task of picking which ones to load and then loading them has proved far too daunting. Instead, meet our friend Stuart. See when we were in Hvar, Croatia a few months back, we met this Aussie. He was all, "How you goin'?" and Nata was all like, "Huh? I don't understand you!" (See "Croatian Vacation Pt. 2" if you have a short memory...)
Anywho, we wound up camping with this guy and since he was traveling all around the world, we invited him to come hang in Beograd if he gets the chance. So yeah, here are the pics from that adventure.
Anywho, we wound up camping with this guy and since he was traveling all around the world, we invited him to come hang in Beograd if he gets the chance. So yeah, here are the pics from that adventure.
Our Australian, Stuart.
This is a jazz bar we went to one night. That bigger guy on the left is the owner and he could play a comb just like a saxophone!
The cat that lived at Stuart's aptly named hostel, Three Black Cats
Triumphant in the rain.
Bizarre things were happening at this place...
It was nice to get some guy time (and what I really mean by that is time with someone whose native language is English...)
Dancin' crazy like at Borence.
Our nightcap of choice was pizza...
...While Stuart preferred a sweet palacinka
He saw this in Novi Sad and we put it up just to dig at all you "Facers" out there.And so we bid Stuart safe travels on his way to the Middle East. First major stop for him: Iran! Be safe, friend. And good luck with a month of sobriety in the dessert!!
