He and his buddies shared their food with me and even offered me something to drink. After having that meal they put homemade Rakja (Serbia's national alcoholic drink) on the table. It was filled up into 0.5 liter Fanta bottles. Of course I accepted to have one together with them because I didn't want to be rude. And of course we didn't have only one. As refreshment drinks on the side we had beer. :D

They cracked lots of jokes and later they told me stories about the wars in Serbia in the 90's and that they feel that since then their country has a very bad image in the world. 'But this is not who we are', they said. 'We're not wild men with knifes between our teeth. We're good people and we would love to show it to the world'. I can tell, these guys were everything else than a herd of wild men. These were just some harmless elderly men chilling, drinking and enjoying their retirement.

The temperatures were above 40 degrees Celsius the day I left Novi Sad. I took the direct road to Belgrade. There was a pretty steep section just outside of Novi Sad and my t-shirt was soaking wet due to the heat and the effort of climbing up the road. Another elderly man waved at me and also yelled: 'Hellooo'. So I stopped again to also say hi. He and his brother offered me some coffee and a bucket of water as a shower. It was a great shower! Exactly what I needed in this moment. And again, those guys were no wild men.

My next destination was Kosovo. The ride there was not only a challenge, I even experienced the worst night of my journey so far. It was a night full of frustrations and doubts about this trip. But I'll tell this story another time. ;)

One last thing about the wild men of Serbia. I cycled across the entire country and I got the chance to meet quite some Serbians. Everyone who I talked to or even spent time with was super friendly and welcoming to me. For me, there are no wild Serbians with knifes between their teeth. I'd visit this country any time again. Without any doubts!

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The road on the other side of the border was also very quiet. Once in a while a car passed by and the road conditions were perfect. I passed one corn field after another. This rural area reminded me on the areas North Friesland and Dithmarschen in my home state in Germany. I pedaled through some smaller villages and still there were not many cars and I even barely saw people. It was just a good and relaxing ride.

I could watch the sun slowly going down behind the corn fields the longer I kept pedaling. A few kilometers outside of Osijek I got off the road to find a camp spot for the night. I took a small track across the fields, went through a couple of puddles until I found a good spot behind a few trees and bushes a bit aside of the small track. I thought: Here I am invisible from the rest of the world. It didn't rain for many days and there were also only a few clouds in the sky so I only put up the mosquito net of my tent. After sunset I crawled into my tent and read for a while. I could hear and see a few rabbits running nearby my tent and later I heard some gun shots in far distance. Nothing unusual in a rural area. Most likely someone hunting for some game. Later I watched the stars and was about to fall asleep.

Light was pointing in my direction. A car came down the track. I laid down flat on my stomach. The closer the car came into my direction the more I was wondering if the driver can see my tent. Then it stopped. Maybe 10-12 meters away from me. I was still lying flat on my stomach and observing what's happening. I was really nervous about what would happen next. What shall I do if it's the person with the gun who I heard earlier? What shall I say? No clue! I guess I just have to improvise. Time went really slow now. Please don't get out of your car! Please don't get out of your car!

He slowly kept driving after about one minute - a veeery long minute. He slowly passed me and my tent. Only the few trees and bushes in between us. Hopefully he's not going to stop again! He didn't. Such a relief! I wonder if he actually saw me!?

I cycled through Osijek the next morning and Vukovar later that day. In the evening I arrived the Croatian - Serbian border at Backa Palanka. The border control lady on the Serbian side was very amused to see the little toy turtle on top of my handle bar bag and waved me through.

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Location: Pecs
Km on the clock: 2,136

My stay in Budapest went by really fast. Although I was pretty tired and exhausted from my 135 kilometers ride alongside the Danube from Slovakia into Hungary, I managed to join a free walking tour. I learned a few fun things about Hungary on this 1.5 hours tour.

1. There's a Michael Jackson Memorial in Budapest. You should think it's a life-sized statue but no, it's just a random tree plastered with lots of pictures of him. He stayed at the Kempinski Hotel when came to play a concert in Budapest in the early 1990's. Since then many Hungarians are huge fans. So they wanted the government to build a memorial. However, the Hungarian law doesn't allow to build a memorial for people that are alive. Thus the people helped themselves by putting pictures on this tree just across the hotel.
2. The first McDonalds's in Hungary was opened in Budapest in 1988. The people didn't know what kind of food place McDonald's is. The only thing they knew was that there'll be a new western restaurant. Their expectation was that it'll be a nice and fancy restaurant because that was their image of the western world. So they dressed up nicely for the grand opening, like they would go to the opera. Well, I'm not sure if their expectations were met that day. Just paint your own picture of how they must have felt when they got served soggy burgers and oily fries. :D
3. The translation of the Hungarian word and national dish goulash is cowboy.
   

I had the pleasure to meet with Marie from Neue Zeitung - Ungarisches Wochenblatt for an interview the next day. We talked about my first weeks experiences of my cycling the world journey and the reasons of why I'm actually doing it. Here's the link to the full interview (written in German). Again, thank you Marie for the opportunity to meet with you and thank you Neue Zeitung for publishing my story and thus supporting my fundraising campaign.

Pecs is located in the southwest of the country near the border to Croatia. The closer I got to Pecs the steeper were some sections of the road. At some point the road had even a slope of 12 percent and before entering Pecs there was a longerish uphill section. A few days earlier someone said to me "The whole country is flat". Well, I'm sure this person hasn't been in this area before. Going into the city was a fun downhill ride though.

Just outside of Pecs I found the first note of German culture in this area. It wasn't anything significant. The word 'Deutsch' was written in big letters above a window on the facade of a house. Left and right of the window were paintings of huge beer mugs.

Unfortunately I couldn't find anything significant 'German' in Pecs itself. I even asked at my hostel and some locals if they knew anything about the German minority and if there are places that I could visit to learn something about it. But they couldn't help me either. They even seemed that they didn't even have a clue what I was talking about. I'm sure there are places to visit but since I stayed there for only two days I used the time to explore the city.

Pecs is Hungary's fifth largest city and is the home of the country's oldest university - founded in 1367. The old town is a beautiful, calm, non-touristy place. There are many little museums for literally anything - arts, mining, agriculture, etc. Most significant is definitely the Mosque of Pasha Quasim at the old town's main square. Even there were barely any tourists. It kind of felt like I was the only tourist in town.

My original plan was to go to Serbia after cycling through Hungary. But since I didn't plan to go to the southwestern part of the country, I decided to take the 'shortcut' via Croatia. So I left Pecs after two days and pedaled in direction Republika Hrvatska.

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Location: Budapest
Km on the clock: 1,840

The sun was just about to set when I entered the old town of Bratislava via the "UFO bridge". Watching the sun going down behind Bratislava Castle on the other side of the Danube River created an amazing atmosphere.

I spent the following day with some sightseeing. First stop was the castle. The view is really not bad. I could see entire Bratislava and its beautiful surroundings. It's said that you could see Austria and Hungary from up here if the weather is clear. Unfortunately it wasn't too clear that day but since I just came from Austria the day before and would go to Hungary next it didn't really matter to me.

The old town of Bratislava isn't that big so it took me only half the day to see pretty much all its sights. Although the little sculptures Man at Work and Schoener Naci are rather nondescript, they definitely caught my eye most. Apparently they didn't just catch my eye. It seemed like almost everyone - but for sure every tourist - took a selfie with them.

I ended up in a club that night. I don't remember its name but I had to enter it through a cafe, walk downstairs and the corridors reminded me to a dungeon. The club was quite small and the DJ played the most bizarre music that I've heard in a long time. It started off with electronic music from the 90's such as Hyper Hyper of the German band Scooter and later German anti-fascist music. Whatever kind of music the DJ played, the audience went bonkers. :D

I came back to the hostel late that night. I actually wanted to leave Bratislava the next day but I decided to stay for another night since I only got a couple of hours of sleep after being out for the night. Through that I could keep cycling well rested in direction Hungary the next day.

I simply followed the Danube and the EuroVelo 6 on the Slovakian side. In the beginning the cycling path was tarred and it was lots of fun pedaling on top of the embankment - the river to my right and the open fields to my left. At times I reached speeds of 30 km/h. However, the further I went the worse the cycling path got. At some point it turned into a gravel path and later into a sandy path which made it quite challenging to cover some distance. I thought this is supposed to be a cycling path!? went through my mind. What idiot came up with the brilliant idea to cover its surface with sand? I'm sure that this person has never ridden a bicycle.

When the sun went down and an army of incredible aggressive mosquitos started to sting me all over - even through my clothes - I pitched my tent behind the embankment to get away from those tiny bastards. Honesty, what are mosquitoes actually good for? And what is their purpose on this planet besides being annoying? I really don't know!

I got up early the next morning to make it to Budapest that day. At not even 10 am it was already way above 30 degrees Celsius. Later the temperatures reached 40+ degrees which made it a bit more exhausting going on the gravel or sandy path. I kept cycling alongside the Danube until I reached the small town Sturovo where I crossed the bridge Esztergom in Hungary over which dark clouds hung.

Just a few minutes being in Hungary it started pouring. Fantastic! Now it's not only hot it's even raining and it's still 50 kilometers to Budapest. I tried to hide from the rain at a supermarket and hoped it would stop soon but it didn't happen. I put on my rain clothes and kept pedaling to Budapest. Although I didn't get wet through the rain, I was wet through the high temperatures which made me sweat really hard.

Luckily it stopped raining a few kilometers outside of Budapest and it was already dark when I entered the city. I simply followed the signs to the city center and got already a good feeling about this place. I also got very surprised about the good bicycle lane infrastructure. It was just fun riding through Budapest at night. As soon as I saw the lightened up Hungarian Parliament Building on the other side of the Danube I knew that I'll stay here for a few days because it had such a wow-effect on me.

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