For my next destination I chose to bypass Sarajevo, the capital of Bosnia in favour of making a short stop on the way back to Dubrovnik. I chose the long trek to Belgrade in Serbia on an overnight bus. It was indeed a long and arduous bus ride, however, nothing like anything I had experienced in Africa. We pulled out of the virtually deserted bus station in Mostar and drove through the mountains with the sun setting. It was beautiful and although my predicament wasn't as good as it could have been, I still felt as though I was on the road where I belonged.

We stopped in many towns, the more north we got, the more a strange Cyrillic writing similar to Russian appeared, although I couldn't read it. As usual with these kind of trips we crossed the border between the two countries in the middle of the night and I was tired and the air-conditioning on the bus was turned up so high I was freezing.

We arrived at the bus station in Belgrade at about 6am, I managed to find the hostel I was staying in which was at the very top of a very old building, with one of those old cage type lifts that didn't work. I lugged myself and my life up the six flights of stair and had to wait to check in. So I duped my stuff and went out to get some breakfast. When I got back I had a shower and changed and then went off in search of the Nikola Tesla museum, which turned out to be one of the coolest museums I had ever been to. They let me hold a fluorescent light while they turned on a tesla coil that electrified the air and lit up the light, kind of like a light saber.

After the museum I went for a look around the city, which still seemed to be somewhat in ruins after the war, everywhere there were signed on buildings saying, "Danger: Bombed Building" I eventually found the old town and had some lunch in a café with some friendly cats. It started raining and I enjoyed the cosiness of the little terrace with my coffee. Even though the buildings that were half falling down, I did think belgrade was a lovely city, it had so much character and a charm all of its own and I wished I had longer to spend in Serbia.

I walked all over the city and tired myself out before heading back to the hostel.