Monday night

Fight club...nuff said..

Basically friday to sunday has been an adventure to Serbia.
More scarey flights but this time compounded with the closest feeling I've ever experienced to dying in a plane crash , upon landing the Jat pilot seemed to over do the speed and the plane hit the tarmac so hard that the old bird lifted off the ground again and twisted so the tip of the wing nearly touched the tarmac...pass me the vicadon..

As usual the weekend was filled with tight schedules so there isn't much to write about as most of the time is taken by the match plan schedule.
However, if there was one positive it would definitly be in the shallow stakes, and that is that Serbian woman, indeed woman from that region are very good looking in general and as I described to the party I was with , the way their legs went way past my ears got me remembering animal planet and horse births where you see the long legs getting stripped out first.Quite incredible and a frightening thought that on saturday evening around 30 of us would be heading out into the night clubs of Belgrade.

Its always an interesting experience to head to country with a language you simply do not understand. Kinda booje booje booje..my micky of the language went down quite well...
It seems one of the favorite pastimes in the night clubs is to buy someone a drink a see them drop off their chair as they get robbed..This was what happened to five Danish players who had been drugged and robbed and had a hell of a time getting home. The only question I had was wether they still had their trousers up when they woke up...

There were several special moments on the trip .They do ensure that everything is done well and proper so when they asked at the hotel if we wanted a bannana after lunch we didn't quite expect a beautifully prepared plate wrapped in a white knapkin with a bannana on top and given by waiters with a classy flick around the back..

At 25 degrees it was nice weather but not so nice that we were stuck in the metropolis of Belgrade where the word Cat/exhaust and modern car doesn't exist, so the stench is pretty harsh to get used too and sitting outside sipping the local "turkish" coffee was a case of "must" smoke to simply ensure minimizing lead poisoning..
Despite there being a Macdonalds just up from Hotel Prague I don't think anybody tried out the goatsmilkshake, they're usually warm. You just can't get rid of that restaturant with its silly M sign and pedo clown spoiling the nations "dagens rätt".

The nightclubbing was a short affair for myself and others as we went to seek food and ended up with the biggest home made hamburgers ever. The only question was what was the meat..somebody did mention that they hadn't seen a cow at any point during any of the bus trips..didnt seem to matter as by this time we had enough of the local syrup and vodka to mix up with some local scran.

All in all an interesting insight to a country whose name you normally assimilate with Bosnia and death camps.These people have been through a lot and survived, the left overs from the war are there to be seen and it is full credit that they have come through the other side.
One thing that reminded me of Romania is the constant "dusty" look of everything.As well as the rotten looking concrete that looks as if its so cheap it couldn't hold up a wall. All very eastern block and mixed up with the heat and the smells its a familiar sight.

The flight back wasn't as eventful , via Dusseldorf it was asign of relief to fly Lufthansa..except for the 35 minute delay of course.

But once again you end up in the reality of the empty flat, some dishes still adorn the sink and bring back memories, basically a flat you can see has been left in a hurry, the smell of kids apple shampoo and S.M and once again its time to turn a page.The Cd player is still open and where once a bob dylan cd played class is replaced by Pink Floyd.
Yep, three days away after being sick on Bad Sushi and it seems an enternity since I was sitting on the sofa and writing.
This friday and a trip to Marseille beckons.Now that the tan has already started it will be compounded by three days in the first arab stage of the Paris to Dakar..

àyé