Kotor

31.07

Kotor

We were going 12 hours to Podgorica. As I wrote in a previous note journey passed quite nicely, and in the morning landscape was wonderful, mountainous. We were traveling between the mountains, very often through the tunnels. Kuba was laughing that it's black and right after there is a mountain = Montenegro (Black mountain) !

Montenegro

30.07

Inđija

We were wondering whether to go back to Belgrade, but we decided to sleep longer :) The day was lazy .. but it was mostly because of the heat. There was 40 degrees in Indjija. Luckily, Igor had air conditioning, so in his apartment there was a pleasant coolness. Later we went out to buy train tickets to Podgorica. 

Belgrade

29.07

Railway station in Indjija reminded me a railway station in my mother's hometown. We didn't know at which platform should we go, but when a train came, all people went there- so we went after them. On the train, 

compartments had six places ( not eight as in polish trains ) . A passenger started to talk to Kuba (how poor he was, studying for the exam in September ), he told him that he understands what is written in his codex. Serbian woman told us that she had a cousin in Lodz and to young Serbs she told that they need to learn English because they couldn't talk with us. After an hour we arrived to Belgrade.

Indija

28.07.2013

Inđija

Vladimir drove us to our next stop - Indjija (Indjija, or as in the title - crossed d). Why there? We were looking for accommodation in Belgrade, and while looking we found Igor's profile on couchsurfing. And we stopped looking. Igor on his profile had written that he can speak Polish ! We were intrigued by that fact ... 

When he accepted our request we were very happy :) And here we were, in Indjija, in front of the the Igor's doors. Imagine our surprise when it turned out that Igor spoke so well in Polish like he were native- speaker but he was not ! He said that he was studying Polish for two years. Okay, Polish and Serbian may be similar to each other but to speak so fluently, with funny insertions (like fuck it-but it's so polish that it doesn't have any seans in any other language) you need to devote a lot of time .. or you need to be born really smart :D

In Igor's house there was Estonian guy- hitchhiking through Balkans, a dog and two adorable cats . The atmosphere was simply idyllic. There was jazz music (and later David Podsiadło), no one was in a hurry, we were talking calmly over tea (there were krówki on the table, krówki is kind of candy from Poland, literally it means small cows! ).

Despite the relaxed atmosphere we realized that our prepaid card disappeared (we were using it to reserve hostels, to online payment only). We had there some money and with that card you can easily buy something over the internet ( you only need to enter the number , CVV code , expiration date -all listed on the card) we decided to block it . We were thinking were we could lose it and it seemed to us that it could happen on the bus (while repacking things). Kuba even said he probably put it in his passport, which he later gave to the border guard ( maybe they thought it was a bribe ? ) . We talked a little more, we worried a little more and we went to sleep. In the morning we had a delicious, warm Gibanica ( cake with cream cheese ) and we went to the train station, we wanted to go to Belgrade.