Belgrade: The longest journey

What time is it? can't be...

4,5 hours late our train arrived in Belgrade. the only train that could take Marta to Warsaw on time to catch the plain to Lisbon already left. What to do? when does it leave next train to Warsaw? will it be there on time? but i checked in Internet...was there! next train leaves in the evening to Budapest if from there would be possible to be in Warsaw at right time we didn't know but we knew that was Marta only chance...

faced the first "problem" was my turn: change Estonian croons to euros. of course was not possible anywhere! we crossed all the city and nothing!

Trying to find a nice and cheap place to eat a nice girl came in our direction and asked if we need some help...we did! we were exhausted from the trip, sleepy, tiered and somehow disappointed because things were not going in the right direction.

Anna took us to eat :) and was a precious help to find a hostel for myself to stay a couple of nights. We met her very nice friends, danced traditional Serbian dances in the middle of town and we arranged to meet in the evening ones that was happening in town a big and free music festival where Kusturica would be playing.

Time to say goodbye to Marta and wish good luck to each other. Time of departure was getting closer, time to continue alone...

I saw Marta leaving in a very small train and headed to the festival where I understood was impossible to try to find whoever I wish... went to the meeting point a couple of times but the place was so crowded that I just felt like have a beer and appreciate the cool music.

Walked a bit and suddenly someone touched me and was Anna :) we found each other :) many and soooo nice friends i had a lovely evening.

next day was time to visit better the city and think about next destination: should i head alone to Bosnia or just go back to Warsaw and see what was happening with K.? :) in that day I saw a local trying to sell some old stuff in the street and one leader bag kept my attention... in that instant came to my head that could be the perfect present to someone that was taking care of my luggage :)

The world called me Lauder... will it someday speak quit and let other feelings speak lauder? who knows...

decided that two full days and one night in Belgrade was enough :) I was decided to go to the south of Bosnia to Mostar.

In that night I catched my 12 hours bus to the most spectacular village (at the time I didn't know...).

I was the only foreigner taking the bus...one little girl tried to speak with me but soon understood that could have in reply nothing more than a smile. :)

The mountains were perfect landscape for sunrise :) couldn't fall a sleep just thinking that I could be missing one minute of that beauty.

early morning, bus station, something happened with my feet, were hurting a lot...seamed to me that nothing was happening in Mostar. was i right?was I wrong?

Tania

Haikidiki: A wish became True

many hugs, emotions, happiness, birthday gifts... didn't really felt was a birthday...did I want to feel it?

Could menage people to host us everywhere :) in Thessaloniki asks for a couch for myself more 4 friends :) to George a very friendly DJ with a nice profile...he answered positive but...in the same days we were suppose to be in Thessaloniki he was heading to haikidiki to make free camping in the beach and of course...we were all invited to join him :) everyone loved the idea...why not?

Catarina managed one girl to host us for the first night...she was amazing...caring for everything, nice flat where we could take a really shower and a good sleep night :)

next morning very early was time to leave :) myself, Marta, Catarina and her friend: Catarina :) we took the bus to the place but we jumped out in the middle of no where, called George and he came to pick us... at the time I already knew that we were heading to a nudist beach :) lucky me ones that I didn't know where was my bikini...probably lost it somewhere...It would be my first experience...would I be brave enough?
There we were...in a gorgeous beach where we could see Athena mountain in front and a beautiful green ocean on our feet...So but So hot...

Its a very peculiar part of north of Greece, three peninsulas that they call the three legs :): one is the most touristic, other one is field up with Orthodox monasteries and no woman can go inside :) why? well the excuse is that Athena mountain is devoted to holy Mary and only her can be there... :D could be worst because myself when I imagine a all peninsula with borders and everything where women are forbidden to go inside...I could only imagine priests making the "train" and fucking each other in big orgies...of course marijuana helped a bit but we all did agree that was a credible theory...

The most ironic is ...ones in time...Only women were aloud to go to Athena mountain.

koukla was there too...a couchsurfer as well, they both made us feel at home :) Frappe and marijuana was waiting for us...stones everything is more easy :) everyone was completely naked was our time :) I confessed I was a bit ashamed and koukla, very naturally, said: we have shown ours, now show me yours...

why not?

so...we all showed ours :) and saw their :) after one day no one cared anymore...was natural...we could be all naked talking about the most serious subject and was...normal :)

grilled fish, wine, marijuana, a "roof" field up with stars and a bed soft as sand made these days in Greece a unforgettable experience :) 6 years earlier we were in Greece, south part and I promised myself i would come back and go to haikidi...there I was :) having a so desired birthday present...

Marta's time was ending for myself was time to continue! almost without money in euros currency was urgent get to a bank to change money ones that euros were precious to bribe the controllers...

George came back with us, we went to his flat for some lunch and shower and tried to find some place to change money...but was holiday in Greece and was not possible. Divided between stay one more night and take care about money and leave with Marta and try to take care of it In Serbia where I could imagine was more difficult or I could feel it but...well was Marta last day i this Trip and I decided to take my risk...