My first memory of Serbia is some soldiers with machine guns banging on the door of my sleeper cabin on the train from Budapest to Istanbul in 2007. PASSPORT CONTROL!!!!
This time, I was in the driver’s seat (literally) and had a much simpler time at passport control, given the relaxing of borders that’s happened in the time since.
I avoided crossing a Kosovo-Serbia border on purpose, thinking it might cause extra questions or delays, so I came in a roundabout path back to Serbia, knowing I could grab a major highway near Belgrade and use that up to Croatia and Slovenia.
If you’re interested in a new van, I could probably help you get a good deal on this one I saw while walking around Belgrade.This entry was posted in Belgrade, Europe, Serbia