The worst train ever.

The train from Sofia to Belgrade was abysmal. A dreadful experience. It never got moving. It would start then stop, like a fat man chasing a bus. Its pace was a few short strides just faster than a jog. It was a local train on an international route. About 3 minutes out of Sofia it stopped for 40 minutes. No explanation was given, although I thought an explanation was necessary. It was supposed to arrive at 19:20 it sauntered in at 22:20.

Belgarde looked good you couldn't tell N.A.T.O bombed it. It Serbs Sloberdan Millovcivic right of course, we cant have genocide in Europe in this day an age. Belgrade was young a vibrant city,everybody was out. Students everywhere, loads of pretty girls, really sincerlerly loads of them. I caught the end of the Barca game too. It looked like I hadnt missed much though. For the two days I had in Belgrade I had far to much money. I had got confused by all the zeros on the currency and withdrew the equivalent of 150 pounds. A fistful of Serbians went a long way too. Serbia was cheap. I arrived at the hostel and it was empty. This was fine by me, I had a few busy days in Sofia and wanted some alone time.

I always brought a bottle before a train ride, with a book to read and a few cheroots, a couple of bottles can really make a train ride superb. That was half the problem with Sofia- Belgrade travesty, I hadn't bothered. That was a mistake. Once again, I had been hit by the curse of the solo traveller, if you travel on your own, you lose track of time. You have a glass of wine with late breakfast a beer with brunch, You have to watch it you know, or you end up tipsy by Tea. It could have happened tonight in Serbia, but I ran out of Beer to early.