Serbia
We have to cross all of Serbia across to get to Montenegro. We avoid the big cities, as we are best on the small roads and the large landscapes.
This is often where the big surprises appear. Small cozy eateries, fun home-made museums, the great UNESCO world heritage site, beautiful nature and just a completely different experience than a busy big city.
We pass a small restaurant by the side of the road. We are getting very hungry and with all the pasta we have eaten on this trip, we want to treat ourselves to a delicious lunch. We drive in and park and find a table out on the terrace.
They don't speak English here either, but we still make it clear that we are both hungry and thirsty. The chef is eminently good at conjuring up a delicious meal. It's a hot summer day, so the cool soda and delicious tomato salad are perfect.
A good distance south of the Danube, we come across a sign that says UNESCO Felix Romuliana. Our curiosity is piqued.
We just want to see what it is and if we can be lucky enough to be open.
Luck is with us, they are just about to open when we arrive. In the car park there is only one other car and we can only see two people on their way to the ticket booth.
We follow suit and go over and buy two tickets.
It turns out that Felix Romuliana is a collection of temples, palaces and hot baths that were built at the end of the 3rd century and the beginning of the 4th century. It was an emperor with the correct name Caius Valerius Galerius Maximianus who commissioned the palace. It was named after the emperor's mother, so it came to be called Felix Romuliana.
It's a big area and it's definitely a hot summer day too.
Fortunately, there is also a small café where we can sit and cool off with an ice cream.
A cat with kittens basks in the sun and thinks it's nice to have a little attention.
It's time to find a good place to sleep, but there aren't any obvious places. In the end, we decide to find a hotel or hostel, as we are getting very tired. The first thing we come across is a fine hotel. Johnny trooped up to reception wearing shorts, sandals and day-old stubble. A fine company is underway. The women in long dresses and the men in tuxedos. The receptionist looks Johnny up and down as he asks if they have a spare room for two.
She is clearly thinking "such a trucker should not live here, and what kind of "lady" does he want to bring with him for a single night" Everything is sold out, she says.
With a grin on his face, a report is made to Sus, who is waiting in the car. Ok, new tactics must be used if we are to find a place to sleep.
The sandals are replaced with shoes. The shorts are replaced with long pants, and at the next hotel we both go in together, look cute and show our passports, so they can see that we are just ordinary people.
We find a hotel via trivago. It says that there is only one room left, but we drive over and ask if it is possible to stay overnight.
No problems. We get a room for the night.
When we come down to eat breakfast, we are a maximum of 10 people. So when Trivago says it's close to sold out, it's probably a truth with modifications. At least now we have learned never to trust the search engines.
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