Welcome to Serbia

In typical fashion, a night of travel with no sleep warrants a good night off to rest.  In typical fashion, this never happens.  The first night in Belgrade was met with travelers and locals preparing for a big night on the town with a friendly game of kings.

Also, the beauty of Belgrade, Serbia, you can literally go out every night of the week and the bars are packed.  This time of year the hot spots are these giant floating boathouses which extend out into the rivers with a long suspended boardwalk leading you to the club.

We headed out on the town, turning down the first bar because of an exorbitant 5000 dinar cover charge, clearly a “foreigner special” (approximately $9 per person).  We were then welcomed to the second bar by a commotion at the entrance and a shirtless bloody guy bursting out the door with a huge bouncer in a red leather jacket in hot pursuit.  To gain control, the bouncer followed protocol and threw a haymaker to the side of the shirtless guys head.  With this happening all around me, I did what any red blooded American would do;  got out my camera and started filming.  The bouncers throwing blows didn’t take kindly to this and decided to charge me.  Fortunately, steroids make you strong but not fast and I was able to keep a step ahead of them.  Filming was obviously a bad idea, but I didn’t catch anything good, so of course, I tried again.  Putting the camera back on the commotion the fighters quickly chased each other down the street and lost my interest.

My attention went back to having a fun night out.  One of the other bouncers clammy called me over and because he was the gate keeper I complied.  He asked for my camera.  Working on this film project, you’d have better luck asking for my kidney.  I explained to him that I would delete the video, but I would not put the camera in his hands.  His response to this was to pull me in with both hands and call the roided-out bouncer over.  Survival mode.  With everything I had, I ripped my arm away and bolted.

The night then got really bad as I couldn’t find one open gyro shop on the walk home.

3 thoughts on “Welcome to Serbia”

  1. my man whats up. its chad . the south african . we met in sofia .
    hope you well and you having a crazy time. i got ill in budapest and had to leave. had an operation there, and was in hospital for 6 days haha. nearly died. but im sweet now.
    tell me .. did you ever put that video up ( our story of getting kicked out of serbia)

    all the best man

    1. My man! A million apologies for taking so long to get back to you. I’m glad you’re still with us! Getting surgery outside of your country is never a joke. I haven’t posted the video because I think I’m going to use cuts of it’s for the final film. It’s an epic story and I was afraid if I posted all 5 minutes unedited it wouldn’t be fully watched and people would miss the best parts. But stay tuned for the film because I have a tentative plan on how I’m going to place it. Thanks for partaking and hope you’ll get back out here soon!

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