Second Day

Today is my second day. The sun's rays woke us all up early in the morning, and we slowly began to crawl out of our sleeping bags. After a hearty breakfast and a brief struggle with our luggage, we got ready for the journey to the Serbian capital, where mass student protests took place the previous day. Despite his mild disability (a sore leg), Fíla had planned a nice city tour for us, and we got to see interesting churches along with a group of local musicians who made our hot morning more enjoyable. We also visited the local fortress, which has protected the city for many centuries, dating back to the times of the ancient Romans. We also accidentally stumbled upon a shop selling a special bridge delicacy, a luxury treat. After our walk and returning to the car past a slum of local poverty, we had lunch from our own supplies.

We arrive at the spa town of Vrnjačka Banja, where a folklore festival was taking place. Discreetly, we joined in the dances in the crowd, tasted a few sips of the local water, and once again got into our car and headed towards the last stop in Serbia, the rock formations of Davolja Varoš. On the way, we traveled peacefully through the hills and valleys when suddenly, out of nowhere, an old man on an even older tractor came barreling down the hill from a bend, almost sweeping us off the road, what a wild man. I hope he managed to brake down below. We passed the village of Pleš, where we stopped briefly to remember Dan Kuťák.

We reached the rocks in the late hours after closing time, but since the gate was open, we went in further and got the chance to see the rocks, a beautiful sunset over the local hills, and the small church of Saint Petka. One unnamed member even managed to break through the flimsy railing.

Around nine o'clock, we crossed the border and entered Kosovo. Here, a few locals attempted to play kamikaze in Balkan road traffic, but otherwise, nothing too terrible. The sleeping place somewhere in the woods and in the dark raised considerable concerns, with two of the bravest even considering sleeping in the car, but in the end, we all slept outside. You can read about the terrifying events that happened at night in the next article.

Hanz