Here we go

Updated the Vienna and Amsterdam posts with pics/video. USB dobro! Went to this club Plastik on Wednesday night with the boys, actually we just went downtown and started yelling at random locals in Serb to show us where the discos were. This one group of 20 somethingyearolds took us to the club which was only half full, where they played some top 40 and old school (Big Sug, Guru and Freddie the Foxx, its the... ?)

Met some random serbskis and got separated from Dillon, came home in a taxi and were locked out outside for a couple hours so I did the usual, took a nap, while Trevor considered breaking the door. Then after we were scared of dying from hypothermia in probably 6 degree Celsius we got a cab to take us to "anywhere open in New Belgrade." The cabbie who doesn't speak English drops us at McDonalds, which only has a drive thru window. So Trev gets a fries and a coffee.. well I'll just let you watch the video.

Went shopping yesterday at the market again, got a Puma tracksuit for 25 bones and a Real Madrid pullover for about same, now I get to toss my old rattiness. The day before hit the Sava Center and got a deal on another pullover, basically Robson indoors (no shorts allowed) which is right beside the Hotel Intercontinental, where we use the internet.

The apartment is really coming together, I'll be glad to get out of the perpetual layer of dust. Its either filthy and smoky outside (how else do the Serbs keep skinny?) or our moldy bedroom because of the airdrying laundry, got all your airborne particles covered. There's new hardwood floor and new tile in the kitchen but everything started leaking, the washer, bathtub, sinks. Our plumber's been having too much pivo I think. The floor guys, Dule and Ilya Soldat (which means soldier, and he was in the army, crazy) are my favorite, they come in the evening and we talk and work and they even made us go to Super Vero to get them some Pivo. But they seem to think that I can speak Srpski, because whenever we have a breakdown in communications they all look at me and yammer away.. and I respond with Ne Razumem (I don't understand). Enjoy the videos, make sure to click on the play in the bottom left (not the middle button)

The wood fort is Belgrade circa early 1990s. The notebook is NATO.


Locked out in Belgrade - Part I


Locked out - Part II


hygiene and education, the tenets of civilization.


at Plastik


our 1950s elevator


Dillon hides the key in the oven, but asks me to record a reminder on film. *needless to say he forgot where the key was later*