Feed us your children ?!?!?!?!

The Serbian border crossing was a typical border crossing. The old, “Where are you going”, and “What are you doing”, and “Holy crap your wet.” Routine. Two “shu-gungs” in the passports from the stamping implement and we were on our completely saturated way. We stayed in another hotel that night in Sombor and met a super nice woman in the morning who invited us to her house to stay. We declined and pedaled ahead towards Romania parting an infinite number of puddles along the way until we arrived in Backa Toppola. What a neat little town. It was probably a whole lot cooler because we met a bunch of locals that took us in for the night and treated us like gold. Thank you Robbie, Poofie, Ljosch and Silvia. Robbie owns an underground nightclub and we rocked the night out drinking some local Pivos {beers} and enjoying the local music. The morning finally brought us sunny skies and smooth riding into Romania. Thank you Serbia! The people are fantastic. To everyone who thinks or says, “Don’t go through Serbia. Your crazy.” you should travel to Serbia and turn off the television. People are way too afraid in this world. The media laden, preconceived notions people have like, “I heard a story that something bad happened there to someone once when they were traveling.”, or “That’s a bad place you could get ripped off so be afraid of everyone attitude,” is so far off from reality. I spoke to a woman in Serbia about this and she says, “Yeah. It’s not like we’re eating children for god sake!” In short, people are people everywhere you go. Good and bad. Most of the time people are not mean spirited and they are not out to get or rip you off. Trips like this are good for restoring one’s faith in humanity.

So doe’s anyone out there want to come and join us for a week or two or what?

Onwards Bulgaria!