Novi Sad was crowded. Lots of people and was a lot smaller than imagined when looking onto the map. Downtown was nice and beautifull and so on. Nice old bricks and people selling flowers and people playing guitar all over the place – super annoying if you ask me. If they should give them money to stop and leave the old center I’ll be happy to donate one of my kidneys.
The motel was crappy, poor wifi from the last century and a shower from the 18th century. I survived breakfast for now. Novi Sad for a citytrip ? Forget it.
The road leading out of town towards the east was like cycling on the shoulder of the main road in between Brussel and Antwerp A12. No shoulder and drivers probably got their license free when buying a package of washing-powder. Hopefully it’s of no use in EU ..
A steep climb was about to be eaten alive as some small girl on a racing bike passed me. I switched to the 53/11 and kept up with her for a while. Just joking, 36/28 or something was more like it.
The cyclist was Maja Savić, member of the BTC city Lubijana team. We exchanged thoughts about these dangourous roads. She was used to it but even I as an amateur didn’t encounter these kind of crazy drivers in Belgium. She was doing some 16 km/h uphill as my pace was kind of ok.. Can’t loose that wheel right now 😉 As we progressed towards 300 meters asl. the top of the climb was there. She had to turn right and since this climb was here warm-up it certainly was for me. I continued straight on towards Belgrade which I saw in a very far distance about 50 clicks away.
I continued on a parallel road trough some cornfields when leaving it I encountered another road-cyclist. I’ll call him ‘James’ lol.
I sat into his wheel for some 20 km since the wind prevailed from SE, right ahead of us. He was progressing at a speed of 30 km/h and my breakfast was about to be digested for a second time. I had to give way but he slowed down and my extra 25 kg’s were no problem for the rest of the ride at a pace of 25 km/h. We had a drink at some local shop and we discussed cycling in it’s broadest form possible. He has earned his marks in Serbia in cycling, what’s the chance to meet 2 of them in one day lol.
Sniffing in the smell of Belgrade, I suddenly saw I missed a part of my equipment. My top-end of my plastic bottle was missing ! No more slurping and lucky to have a big plastic bottle as a spare ! I’ll have to search for a spare one in Belgrade.
Cycling into Belgrade was from about the 5 mile radius kind of ok. Separate bicycling roads and even a working elevator to bring me down from the city bridge over the Donau with a working airco into it !! Eat that Antwerp.. Since Belgrade seem to have an obsesssion with one-way streets I checked them out what would happen if I cycled into the opposite direction.. nothing..
Ready for another citytrip tommorow and happy to enjoy the airco and shower in the motel downtown in these 35°-plus wx-environment.
No more radio since temperatures were just too high to stop on the way. I later on try to check-out the local repeaters here in Belgrade.