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. 

We were wondering how crossing the border will look . Igor told us that once a few Spaniards were stopped at the train and were ordered to pay 50 euros for lack of registration (they took it at night to their pockets). There is a compulsory registration in Serbia. You need to complete the necessary formalities within 12 hours of crossing the border. We had already been four days in Serbia, without reporting this to anyon. We were worried a little that they also would want to cheat us so we asked Igor to go with us to the police station. When the policeman heard how long we are in Serbia he said that now there is nothing he could do and "Bon Voyage''.

Before the trip we went with Igor on Plasma -flavored ice cream .

Plasma ! What is it?

Small children drink it with milk, cyclists with food poisoning only feed on it .. One of a kind. Biscuits, or biscuits mixed with a sponge cake. It is sold also powdered to just add them to the milk. We got to like them and they become a constant companion for further trip. Especially since you can buy them everywhere.

Once we ate ice cream, went to the station. When the train arrived we said goodbye to Igor and jumped inside. The hallways were full with young people listening to music, from their mobiles on speakers. This was a turbofolk . 

And now again short explanation. Turbofolk = the folk music combined with pop music or techno ( often techno ). This is an explosive mixture, so you can either love or hate turbofolk ( we met much often people who hated this). 

Few examples:

1

2

3

We thought this would look our journey. Surrounded by turbofolk. But in our compartment there were middle-aged people . We talked a little bit ( in Serbian), about the fact that we are husband and wife ( a lady tapped into the wood , saying that she has a  child of a similar age , and she doesn't want to her to be married ), and about the differences between Poland and Serbia. The compartments had six seats, quite comfortably. It's just that sometimes a guy with a shirt that revealed his entire chest put his feet next to me, making sure they don't stink before. There were some discussions with the conductor about the seat reservation ( as you can see they have a problem with that too! ) But onward journey passed peacefully.

When it was still dark men entered the compartment. It was a border guards. They were illuminating our passports with their flashlights, talking about something with each other .. at this point, our fate hung in the balance. What if they want our registration ( which we didn't have )? Fortunately, they put stamps isnide and went. We drove a bit and mes came back. This time, the Montenegrin border guards. From them we did not get even stamps, but we did not have any problem to enter another country.

We were in Montenegro.