Vucovar 1333 to Backa Palanka 1299

A morning walk to the police station – what we*d do without them? – enables us to leave Croatia behind. Due to different issues (getting a passport and going back to work again) two pirates leave the Keks. It was so fucking hot that we are pretty happy to be on the windy water again!

At km 1313 it gets philosophical: Can you catch a moment? And: What is it? How is time related to space? Is time a fix measurand or more or less a complex landscape with individual skies, personal mountains, technical frames and the human wish of control? Can you stretch it and if so – is that where the wholes in time come from?

No matter how the discussion goes, time is passing by and we reach the beautiful lake of Backa Palanka, with beaches full of families and a general holiday weekend summer frisbee ice-cream feeling in the air. We drop anchor right in the middle of the lake, jump into the shimmery soft water and have a loud and funny visitor – making conversation with hands, feet and dobre (fits into every phrase to express agreement and general positive attitude.