Slept well but woke up wondering what plan I should be making. First stop, breakfast, dire coffee again. Then set out to do some sight-seeing around Belgrade. I headed straight for the castle front and the view down to the Danube. The castle was actually very nice and had fantastic views of the Danube and Drava rivers.

Then went to train station to try and miss out the next section in Serbia as yesterday's ride was so awful and stressful. Was told that I couldn't take the damn bike on the train but to try the bus. Was then told that I would have to bribe the bus driver to let me take my bike on IF he did in fact let me take it. So I gave up on the idea of taking the train or the bus and started to think about going home. What should have been an easy task, booking a flight back to Germany turned out to bea disaster and I wasted eight hours of my day trying to find out what I had to do with my bike. I spent hours on the phone, hours on the web and I got no answers. Was this fate telling me that I should be continuing?

I went to bed exhausted and sick.