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Sava island – Ada Ciganlija -  Belgrade Dorcol 1170

Fuzzy headed all day we started off becoming club members of Redorno Ulanska Korta and joining the club president for a traditional Rakija breakfast. Extreme Minigolf in the afternoon by the lake finishing with some deluxe Serbian fast food.

Belgrade 1170 – Belgrade Sava Island

Strong wind gusts shaking and waking us this morning. Steve also found his way back to the Keks again being somewhat a loof a bout his excursions. Steaming to the Wicked Forest seems like a bad idea. A few internet hours later we cruise up the Sava (river) having Nemanja, Nina, Sinisa and Ling on bord. After some renegade night driving we park at a cozy Sava island only inhabitated by houseboats and stilz houses run by some local soviety of water life loving people. Stumbling through the dark and following the beat we find that open air Drum’n Bass Gig we came here for. Some crazy people had organized amps and spotlights and everything you need for having a good night’s party out in the woods.. great dancing and funny people there!

Novi Sad 1259

Once again we enjoy the rich offers at the local market in Novi Sad. Basic needs and veggies are fresh and cheap and you can be sure not to leave that place hungrily.. Old women let you taste everything *proba!proba!* and even if it is before midday you have to taste their delicious home-made rakija (schnaps)..

For we really liked the fortress Petro Varadin, we put all of the yummy food together and went up there again. What an impressive area! You can really imagine the huge amount of people living there once, former horse stables are now used as ateliers where you don’t pay any rent and if you’d play hide and seek it would take you years to find someone.. Tunnels and grassy walls, steep cobble stone paths and hidden doors which give you a thrill when you open them – because of the squeaking sounds they produce.. Sitting on the edge of the castle walls and enjoying the outrageous view and the colourful skies, we let our feet dangle in the air and have a great picnic in the evening sun.

Novi Sad 1259

We all have a sleep in after that long night. Strolling around in the city we find a sweet little fish restaurant where we treat ourselves with a really nice dinner.

Novi Sad 1259

While the guys take all dirty clothes to the laundry having a few problems finding one on a Saturday afternoon, the girls are hanging out on the boat enjozing a cold drink and writing down philosophical somethings. After all the washing is put over the railing, on chairs and on every possible and impossible place, evening plans are discussed and the weather changes rapidly. It starts raining, first a little bit but suddenly big drops begin to fall from the dark sky.

That’s when we decide to leave the water and get on the run to Petro Varadin – the big fortress on the hill facing Novi Sad and the Danube, where an electro party supposed to take place. The taxi driver drops us somewhere in the middle of historic walls – in the pouring rain. It is not easy at all to find that club. So we were soaked through and through when we finally entered the arches of the “Bastion”.

Due to the thunderstorm the whole area was without electricity so everyone was sitting in the dark with no music and water still dripping from the hair. It was a really strange atmosphere, some people let their cell phones play a few trashy house music and you could hear every word around.. After an hour or so the current was restablished and the party started. It was a long night in the fancy Serbian underground club with relatively expensive drinks, lots of hous and minimal music and a beautiful sunrise on the way home.

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.

Our two illegal Serbia hoppers have an early start. Well-equipped with necessary and important stuff (identity card, cell phone, daypack, water) they wander downstream in the morning light. While the rest of the crew has an audience at the police station once again (hirarchy rules!) amd get back their passports, our semi-legal friends spend an exciting day and cross borders without valid papers. Swimming from the Serbian to the Croatian riverside, suffering heat and mosquito attacks, fighting their way through djungly swamp lands, theu are quite down when we give them a hand to get on bord again. We had no idea what would expect us when we found a perfect looking sandy beach where we wanted to stay for the night. It started during s

Apatin 1402 to somewhere in Serbia 1380

Our two illegal Serbia hoppers have an early start. Well-equipped with nevessary and important stuff (identity card, cell phone, daypack, water) they wander downstream in the morning light. While the rest of the crew has an audience at the police station once again (hirarchy rules!) and get back their passports, our semi-legal friends spend an exciting day getting an impression of what it means to hide from the authoritiesand cross borders without valid papers. Swimming from the Serbian to the Croatian side of the river, suffering heat and mosquito attacks, fighting their way through djungly swmp lands, they are quite down when we gice them a hand to get on bord again.

We had no idea what it would expect us when we found perfect looking sany beach where we wanted to stay for the night. It started during sunset: Millions of mosquitos were buzzing around us, they attacked aggressively every inch of skin they could reach (covered or uncovered). Human blood must taste delicious! Although our defense strategies were various – from insect repellant to spastic movements and invese sticks – the swarm still felt attracted by the human mini-bar. While they had a great night with having one bloody shot after another, we woke up with itchy red spots all over. Well, some woke up, some were still being awake because of those beasts…

Baja 1480 to Mohacs Backwater

Starting the day with open air showering, perfectly temperated, fantastic view on the Danube and a great audience. We float along chilling on deck until a little white & blue boat approached us and told us to land at the border police*s platform.

Suddenly, Mercury started to sound funny like it was choking. No more petrol! 5 m to the landing but we made it. Accidently, we took the platform of the police*s boat which was about to arrice. Having rapidly fed Mercury Baby we tried hard to cast off. But it was not the right platform. Now it was paperwok – passports, ship papers …

Even though we were not allowed we stayed the night in some muddy Hungarian backwater..

Paks 1530 to Baja 1480

Team 3 on the run – big challenge to keep up with the other two. It was hot, it was red. Chilis as a *souvenir*, a comfi chair and – to keep the crew sane – a bag full of garlic.

Barbecue session with some Hungarian party animals, lots of meat, couple of drinks – some of them speak more or less German

Egesegedre.