Moving On *UPDATED*

Had a nice Italian farewell dinner with Trev and Dilly, we leave for Sofia, Bulgaria at 840am tm morning.



3 days ago we went to Stefan Brown, the elite nightclub here, where you need a 'reservation' , our cabbie yelled at some girls on the street and then I started rambling in my version of Srpski as such.. Such is the story of how we met Nadja and Jelena. They tried to get us in, but we didn't end up needing their help, it turns out here that being FORENGERS gets us into anywhere. The club, think Skybar but with topless male bartenders and you are jammed packed like sardines..
I'm not sure why they were counting heads when they were 870 people over capacity. anyways we also met the manager there who told us to call him for Sunday night but we didn't go back. then onto Branca (?) which was recommended by these 2 couples we met for some folk music but not before meeting a bunch more Serbs on the street, these girls Ana, Deana and Senja. In there was completely different, all Serbian folk music and people just going nuts. Definitely an interesting experience.


Then we ended up at McDonalds in Novi Beograd, but again with no car so we just kinda mimed it. This 8 year old gypsy kid came over yelling for money and shouting USA USA, so we got him to order the food at the window for us.. Trev kept threatening to beat his ass, which was pretty funny. We bought him a Big Mac meal and he seemed pretty choked still, then he said FUCK YOU and ran away.



Then prekjuce (day before yesterday), Saturday night, we checked out Vanilla, which was basically a duplicate of Stefan Brown in terms of clientele, super chachi and plastic babes everywhere. We left after awhile and I threw a Pivo (actually 2) at a billboard but hit a BMW instead. Then met up with Ana and friends who wanted us to help them get into Stefan Brown, you know cuz we roll like that. But since we were planning on going Sunday and had just been, instead we went to Balthaza (ya, I know) for more house music, an underground place that was pretty cool except no one really dances. They just chill out on the walls, some of the guys kind of jump around. Strange.

with Ana Deana and Senya outside Stefan Brown


Hiding the Key in the Titty Tea


Juce we made it the lucky trifecta, although everyone's been reeling and wasting the day being hungover and going to the nearby Super Vero for food and waiting for plumbers and electricians (only covered in semi-dust now). After hitting up the Skadarlija area (like Gastown, cobblestones but with musical gypsies chasing you down the street with accordions and sax) for some Pivos and burger for 4 bucks and having Dillon no-show, we went back to the house. I was/am experiecing a nasty cold but was still dragged out with the guys to meet Nadja and Jelena at a cafe on this Robson-like strip (Strahinica Bana, I think) where everyone drinks on street patios and admires each others' beauty.

The girls drove us to Zemun, which is actually a removed suburb of Belgrade past Novi Beograd, and went to this cafe-type bar/restaurant deal called Ona Ane Neko Drago (sp?) = Her But Not The Other One. Definitely an undergroudn hidden type of place but bursting with young people being merry and folk music and Cece (the huge pop star), including live double bass and guitars. At the risk of cheapning the feel, the place had a pro-female environment (um, Coyote Ugly? sorry) where all the girls ended up dancing on tables and chairs. Evidently a good time was had by all, we even met this Toronto Serb named Nick who was eavesdropping on our conversation (or my horrid Srpski) and bet that we were American.

girls on tables!



the underground clubs of belgrade


I have to wrap it up since the time's ticking, photos and vids of all the clubs are coming, will try to post in Bulgaria but if not, Istanbul is right after that, we should hit Corfu in about a week. Really looking forward to not sleeping on a floor anymore, hot water, and a clean room. But the pad's almost done, if only Serbian workers didn't fix something and leave something else broken every time.

Goodbye Belgrade.