fetelor iau beograd!

So, here we are... Amy si eu la un restaurant cu sausage ciudat. Amy had the mystery sausage (brave fata). I had a lunch of assorted cashews and peanuts. The advertised olives never made it onto the plate.
Other than the bombed-out buildings, Belgrade was a pretty standard European city. Big, commercialized, lovely in its own right. The company and constant laughs was the best part. On my own, not nearly as much fun.
Okay, so here was one touristy thing we did... we went to castle on Friday after train-induced delirium. So pretty and quite a change from the adventurous train ride, including the layover at the Timisoara station where we hung out (drinking bad expresso) in a bar full of barbati ciudati (drinking beer at 5am) and witnessed an even stranger barbat ciudat care a facut sexual automatic in fereastra trenului in Timisoara. Our disgust didn't beat out our insane laughter at that bizarre sighting. The bathroom is a poveste pentru alte timp. Scarbos is sufficient to describe that (but refer to Amy's link to catch the details).

Pa pa acasa... lovely Romania. There is a stinky train tiolet behind me. You just can't see it.
Welcome to Beograd! What the sign says... well that is about as confusing as our entire trip. The best part is that we spoke in Romanian at least 50% of the time. Our own private language (and great practice)... We communicated with the natives via hand signals and series of nods... stay tuned. more to come.