Beautifull morning in Sofia, the taxi was waiting at the Servian border and at 11 am, We still had one hour drive to the border. Still time for a quick coffee and a last round across the main avenue. Sunday morning, not much traffic and the day was grey but comfy. sleepy.
hot coffee and then... overtaking the train was pure adrenalin, even though the car was under sixty km/h.
At the Serbian Border: we arrived carreing our luggage on our hands, trying to look as European as possible:
The officer:
- How long do you plan to stay in Servia-Montenegro?
- A week.
- Where do you go?
- Kopaonick and then Beolgrad.
- What do you go do there?
- Just six day of ski in Kopaonic and then one day to visit Beograd and then take the plane.
- Oh? ski? from Portugal? ok. Enjoy yourselfs!
and off we went to meet a friendly mercedes old style drived by a very gently Michael that could not say a word of english, nor in any other latin language, but still we managed to arrive on time to the rendezvous.
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