Ritopek 1141 – Smederevo 1115 – Nowhere beach 1104

Leaving the rubbish pile behind towards the former Serbian capital Smederevo to restock supplies. Skyscraper impressions with overhangs and individually designed balcony empires…

A Russian-Serbian fisherman stops by for a chat. He keeps talking in Serbian and Russian we keep understanding very little but for the essential parts – fish? yes!  vodka? yes? – it’s enough. After this nice little exchange (3 shots of vodka from us for about 4kg of fresh river fish from him) we gotta gut the fish. Everybody goes for it, we take turn steering so everyone can have some fun.

Later we found a beach where we started a barbecue for estimated imagined 10 people (heaps of fish, potatoes and other veggies in tinfoil, stuffed champignons…). In between plastic bottles, old shoes, river shells and strange industrial sounds from behind the gravel hill the Danube fish got grilled. The little spiky, pointy nose fish found lots of  ‘friends’ or rather eaters whereas the so called Danube flat fish who due to many small spines wasn’t loved as much.