What a journey. 11 hours on a train. The customs and border patrols into Serbia, although apparently unarmed, were still sufficiently scary looking to drive the fear of god into the women clothes traffickers.
Still, the scenery en route was pretty spectacular in places with big cavernous gorges cutting through high mountains. It’s obvious that Serbia is much richer than Bulgaria as soon as we enter – the train track improves and we go faster, the cars are much newer (this century!), and the people and clothes are less rundown.
Having spent the morning picking up E from the airport and then wandering around Belgrade we’ve only seen one sign of the recent war, but otherwise the city looks much like most european capitals (albeit with a huge pollution problem).
Off to find the party river boats tonight, and possibly see some sights if we don’t stumble across too many bars on the way. Tomorrow Croatia and Zagreb.