Our journey from Sarajevo to Belgrade was a wild ride to say the least, as we signed up for a minivan transfer offered by the hostel we expected we would have a seat and a safe passage to Belgrade, boy were we in for a treat. Ready for an 8 am departure the next day we all piled into the small car along with our baggage before the drivers of two separate cars realised they had overbooked, after a standoff with the driver where he tried to convince one of us to stay behind or leave our baggage, neither being a good option, we managed to convince him to take us. 8 hours later after being lost in the Bosnian mountains with a Serbian driver who was avoiding Bosnian police checkpoints at all costs and some serious traffic weaving manoeuvres we finally arrived in Belgrade somehow still in one piece.

Belgrade was nothing to call home about, we spent a few days in the capital but did not venture out of the city so we cannot really comment on the rest of Serbia. The city was like any other we had been to, we took a walking tour around the city where we gained a different perspective of the breakup of Yugoslavia. We invested in some woolly jumpers as the temperature continued to drop and ticked off a few key sites in Belgrade like the old Fortress and the Nicholas Tesla museum which Pete was pretty pleased with. From Belgrade we headed south to Montenegro where we boarded an overnight train to Podgorica, which bought back our Tran-Siberian days.