Sombor-Novi Sad 125kms
Things change when you cross borders, sometimes instantaneously. Which is quite curious in this part of Europe. The history of invasions and empire building in these parts means that boundaries and borders have changed frequently, leaving ethnic groups divided and separated, and living on the wrong side of a border. So Serbia’s population includes large numbers of Hungarians, Croats, Slovakians and Slovenians…..to name but a few. Yet the Serb identity comes through very strongly and, unlike some of their neighbours, they have clung to the use of the Cyrillic alphabet
though they do mix it with the Roman alphabet
to give some of us a chance. The Serbs are an outgoing friendly people, who will go out of their way to help. Like the young lady this afternoon who, instead of giving me directions, cycled with me to the Information Office in Novi Sad.
Or the young guy who, from his car, saw me puzzling over a map, parked up, got out and came over to explain where I needed to go. I was struggling with the Cyrillic spelling of street names. If you look carefully at the Novi Sad sign above, you will see it is twinned with Norwich. Look at the list of towns above, and you will see Norwich written in Cyrillic. You’ll agree, there’s not much similarity.
Now I need someone’s help. If someone can tell me the message on the sign above, I will be able to tell you why this Yugoslavian fighter jet is parked up on a small village green
I engaged a local gentleman with chat about it, but we didn’t have enough language in common.
But as I got my head down this morning to get in some miles, the usually smooth surface of the road threw up several potholes
some so big and deep that a cyclist like me could easily disappear forever, without trace….which may have been the cause of this poor lad’s demise
at the tender age of only 30. I’ve passed a few similar in the last few days.
But as soon as I got to Novi Sad, I made straight for the citadel
from where I got these panoramic views of the Danube
The sad news tonight is I have been forced to seek a room for the night (I know your heart bleeds for me)…..Why? Well, the tourist information girl told me of a campsite (the only campsite) out of town by the river, but when I got there, they told me the information office needs to update its facts….they had stopped doing camping several years back.
Hey ho…… So it’s back to a comfortable bed, soft pillows and fluffy towels…..