Beasts of the Southern Wild

My great chagrin about Western European cities is that they have no cats. Well, they do, they must have some, but their cats are not fully fledged members of the polis, they do not wander around in that self assured way of a feline basking in the knowledge that she owns- the house, the garden,…

Food and Other Glorious Aspects- Belgrade Guide Part Four

There comes a point in your life when you stare into the abyss, and the abyss stares back, smiles, and says hello. More precisely in our case, amidst a refreshing spring shower, it said zdravo. Or so it seemed to me, as I was very focused on it, on its shiny frothy blackness reflecting the…

Everything You Haven’t Come to Expect- Belgrade Guide Part Three

Paris has the Eiffel Tower. London has Big Ben. Rome has the Colosseum. And Belgrade has the weirdly shaped naked man who was shipped up to the fortress so the citizens of the fair capital don’t have to stare at his manhood in the heart of the city, for where it was originally planned. Well,…

Slow Train to Happiness- Belgrade Guide Part Two

As promised then, here it goes, some super practical advice on planning a trip to Belgrade.   How to get there. If you are situated on another continent, on the planet Vulcan or in any of the countries adjacent to Serbia, the fail safe bet is teleportation. Alternatively, if you’re from the 19th century, time…

A Lovely Big Mess- Belgrade Guide Part One

Due to the great popularity of Greek travel advice (it’s early in the morning, the storm is over, and I just had coffee, so I can afford to be a bit smug, I’d say), I decided to give the same several installment treatment to Belgrade- which is definitely less of a tourist attraction than the Greek islands, but…