Brno - Belgrade

Good morning in Brno!

It wasn't so hellishly cold in the ice hell after all. And when I came down the splendid staircase towards the living room, a cheerful captain awaited me with a fantastic coffee.

After hot showers in the clean sanitary container, it was time to hop on the cart, and lo and behold, there was also a continuously paved approach to the parking space. Upon reflection, that would have been far too dull for us today. Everything was done right last night.

Now, let's quickly cross the border into Slovakia. The Slovak toll for today - although we only drove about 80km through this country - was a relaxed €5.40. That was exactly the time frame I needed to complete my Bachelor's in toll sciences from my co-pilot seat. Because everything needed to be done online before crossing into Orbán's realm. Since today, I know the vehicle registration document of the Militaria-Benz inside and out. License plate, length, width, and height are indeed basic knowledge. But finding the permissible axle load of the first and second axles on a vehicle registration that came out completely crooked from the printer at the registration office… In addition to these vehicle specifications, I also had to communicate unchanging physical characteristics, dental status, and allergies, as well as current medications to Orbán's Ministry of the Interior in order to register for the toll. Having accomplished everything in time, we then hit the probably