Launching at sunrise. A steaming hot day once more. The Danube has widened up some more. Sharp calculations by the crew predict by the time we reach Belgrade we are going to run out of cookies, petrol, bread, garlic and all other important goods.

After a quick check by suspicious forces of the the river police we get saved with a pack of welcome-to-Belgrade super cookies by some happy old fisherman. Thumbs up.

we the last bit of energy we do the Danube city circle tour being rather indecisive where to land till out of the blue we find the secret pirate headquarter. Dorcol. A small shabby marina on the mouth of the river Sava on the foot hills of the impressive fortress Kalemegdan.

Basic, free but piratey. here the local rivermen enjoy themselves playing chess, cooking together and most important drinking from sunrise to sunset. Most of them could be our grandfathers.

With lots of helpful advice we go for a walk to Belgrade downtown ready to fill our bellies with all culinaric specialties the capital has to offer.