Backa Palanka 1299 – Novi Sad 1259

Beatiful morning, waking up in the middle of the moss green lake of Backa Palanka you cant miss the refreshing morning swim. After the usual necessities and preparations we’re floating down the now broader and more polluted stream.

With estimated 45 degrees our brain and body cells start melting or rather boiling…

At sunset we reach Novi Sad, first big Serbian city, welcomed by a cool elderly man who gave us a nice bottle of wine because he liked our “Huckleberry Finn concept” so much.

Friday night Novi Sad downtown checking out boys, girls and bars in the crowded streets of the city center. We find out: Serbia rocks! For there is music everywhere our lost sailor – now legally here- has a problem working out where the crew is hanging out.

DoM JE TAM0 GDE JE DUNAV!

My home is where the Danube is!