Belgrade, Serbia

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Day 80.
After a short stop in Zagreb, I took a plane and flew over Bosnia to reach Belgrade (Београд/Beograd/the white city). I arrived during the night, and true to myself I forgot to google what the currency was before I got there. I needed to withdraw money for a taxi, and the only options the ATM offered were the following:

  1. 3 000
  2. 5 000
  3. 10 000
  4. 25 000
  5. 50 000
  6. What did I get myself into?

I withdrew 10 000 Serbian Dinars, which turned out to be worth 115$ CAN, and after paying my taxi and my 4-night stay at the hostel, I still had more than half of the initial amount. I felt financially powerful.


Of course, I had a little freak out episode when the taxi left and I stood by the door of my hostel, at midnight, and nobody answered the door. Thankfully it was a Friday night. Belgrade is very alive on a Friday night.  Everything was still open. I entered the first restaurant I saw, careful not to drag the client’s dishes with my heavy bags, and asked to make a phone call. Truth be told, this was precisely the first time I’d written down the hostel’s phone number. High-five to my clairvoyant’s powers.

Thirty minutes later, I could finally drop my stuff in my dorm and find out why there wasn’t staff at the reception on my arrival. Well it was low season. And I was the only guest of the hostel.
They let me the keys and I had the whole place to myself—kitchen, 8-bed dorm, living room, bathrooms—for four whole days, which turned out to be five. Might as well be Christmas.

On my first day I just walked around and discovered, which led me to a very nice shop (Katapult) where they kept antiques and handmade. My favorite corner was the one where a lady made jewels out of old watches. I fell in love with each one of them.

Then I directed myself toward the Free Walking Tour of 4 o’clock, only to realize it was in fact the Not-Free Walking Tour of 3 o’clock. (You know once or twice a year we have to change the time for some reason? Well of course nobody told me that time had come since I was alone at the hostel.) I did the tour anyway, and was led around the city to the Museum of Yugoslav History, where I learned a lot about Toto’s life–which is quite an interesting story, and a major figure of Serbian history.

The next days were a series of the following activities:

  1. Fattening myself up at this mouth-watering bakery. (I literally failed not to enter every time I saw one.)
  2. Visiting beautiful monuments.

    Church of St Sava
  3. Learning more about Serbian culture: Kafanas, Rakija, and these amazingly practical shot glasses.
  4. Getting linguistically lost.
  5. And geographically lost. Thankfully, Belgrade has very specific signs, just in case you go crazy on the Rakija.

Fail Count: 6
Total: 105

9 thoughts on “Belgrade, Serbia

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  1. Haha ! I LOVE the Moon sign. Are they serious ? But, a more important question, are the Christians in Serbia ? Did you visited any mosque if not ?


  2. Hi Audrey,

    The watches jewelry are a good idea. I would have never thought of that. Did you buy one for you ? I definitely would have. If a have a passion in life, with gardening and reading, it’s jewels. A woman is always more beautiful and powerful with jewels by her side, i can tell you that !

    I thought Serbia was in the Euro. It’s funny it’s not. Did you visited a lot of places that were not in the Euro ?

    Hether xxx


    1. You seem to know me well, Hether, because I did buy one for me, as well as one for my best friend from home! It was so original I couldn’t stop myself!
      I like your way to think! Jewels can give a certain power! And to answer your question, it’s really confusing with the EU and the Schengen Agreement, at least it’s confusing me. Some countries are in the Schengen but not the EU, some are the opposite, like Croatia. Some are in none, like Serbia and Bosnia Herzegovina, which are two countries I had the chance to visit during my trip!


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