Sunday, November 16, 2008

Serbia, Day 3, Saturday

Gas, gas… what? Oh, my God, a song on the television, a little bit “ugly” awakening!

Some months now, Darko has established the weekly coffee with his Saturday company. People of all ages, mainly older and in particular women! Naturally i wouldn’t say “no” for a coffee like that!

Mixed company, but i like it. I also learn a saying (which i didn’t hear well so i got on Darko’s nerves until i learned it properly): “if you see a bear dancing in the courtyard of your neighbour, don’t laugh, because soon it will come in your own courtyard too”. In the hubbub, we talk:

C.: “How old are you?
Dr Pako: “29
C.: “Ach, i like your age a lot! A guy of your age works with me and i am "eating" him every day… ups, i shouldn’t have said that!
Dr Pako: “And i am glad… you did!

(If at some time i said that 40 something women rule, now i can add that 40 something Serbian women are better!)

A few hours later, we leave from the coffee and go to eat something. At last, i will eat a Serbian burger again! Classic shop, in the centre of the city, with familiar flavours! We eat and i don’t want to ever stop!!!

Later on, i arrange a coffee with a friend and we agree with Darko to get together in a couple of hours. The street takes me to Cair park, at Dream café, where i meet Nevena and her friend Ana. We listen to some nice songs and i ask the waitress for some "music" information. The kind young girl gives me (as a present) the cd of the local group De Marco, in which they remake some known songs (and which you can find on the left side of my blog, in the Week's suggestion).

I get back to the house, we have a snack and go out again, once more at Pleasure Pub (i think that i have already got bored of both the café and pub Pleasure). We have a drink with the guys and… cousin, we relax with the second drink and we decide to go to a club. Unfortunately, Darko doesn’t feel well; he also has a business trip on Monday, so… the club is cancelled!!!

On our way home, i decide to buy something to eat. We stop in front of the hospital, at the sandwich shops, where i used to buy something to eat, for ages. Living proof, a lady that works there, remembers me and prepares my “usual sandwich”, without further discussion: huge filled burger, a bit chilly, in two pies (tortillas). Pure joy!

The night ends with a BBC show- tribute to Indie music, an irrelevant song and the next day’s plan. It’s Sunday tomorrow, open air bazaar day…

To be continued…

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