Awoke we woke with waking spirits, and spirits still in our spirit. Although the body felt slooshy and off taken, the mind and spirit was as mindful and spirited as a mind full spirit or the visa versa.
In other words, we drank a 2 liter bottle of beer, and a small bottle of wine, after paddling 10km in the dark to escape the previous town and wonder into the wilderness.
This we found, a deep muddy beach. Steep on a hill side, and forest full of free fire wood, as well as well placed trees for hammocks. We made do. Not without a little disagreement, of course.
The morning brought hope and water.
Toby left early to avert the attacking mosquitos and flies, as John and I slumbered solemnly in our respectful bug net hammock arrangements.
11am rolled around, with no thunder, rain, or pain. Just silent shadows draping from the trees with their roots exposed with little toads running around trying to find shelter from the snakes.
As John and I paddled the day, we made a plan to stop in Banka Palanka, get our passports stamped, and leave to Nova Sad through the night. This was a worthy goal, but also farfetched and what some might call.. crazy.
We stopped in this little ole town. And the only way in from river, was through a gorgeous inland beach with nice familys and a small drinking shack for the Serbian men to watch over their kin
We stopped at the bar. Had a beer. And walked into town. Into the bliss that they all call home.
It was exactly how one might imagine Serbia. Danky, sweet, rude, grey, colorful, and odd.
We stopped for pizza and bread... the lady who took our order hated her job. Then I ordered oreo icecream. Then we walked to the police station to get our passports stamped.
The cops asked, where do you stay I quickly responded, Nova Sad. They said , where... I said...i don't know. We left with no stamps and the agreement that we will just go through the country illegally.
On the way back to the boats we stopped for chips and a bottle of vodka.
2 more beers and we were off into the night 50km with no clear direction other than a clear bottle of fermented nothingness.
This turned out well. Other than the fact Mr John almost got run over by a barge.
We sang country numbers, and told each other of our glorys of yesteryears.
Pulled our boats in,locked em up, killed the bottle of vodka, bought a taxi to a place called " City Hostel," and then we talked to Serbian natives to 2 hours.
Now we have a stomach full of pepperoni, cream cheese, and bread... and now we sleep, and wait to what tomorrow brings.
Amen
km 1250
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