Halla skjera?

A little here, a little there.

Okay, so the trip is soon coming to an end. Tons of stuff has happened, and very little of it is documented in photos unfortunately. We are still in Romania, we're leaving next Sunday and we'll then go to Budapest. After that we won't have much time, since we're aiming on being back in Norway, Norwegen, Norvegia, Norvegé on the fourth of August. Im just gonna post some pictures here from around the continent with good memories tied up to them.

Sarajevo

Sarajevo was a great surprise, we we're kind of skeptic to Bosnia because we're brainwashed by the media, but it turned out to be a very nice place, and we ended up staying there longer than we first thought we would. The picture above is the apartement we got. A random taxi driver knew the guy that owned it and took us there. The guy that owned it was a huge ghetto man who only knew German and Bosnian, so I employed my great German skills and we rented the place for about 55€ a night. The ghetto man (who was a really nice guy) then bought us coffee and told us where to find girls and drinks. The apartement was located right in the middle of old town, which is the centre of Sarajevo. A very beautiful part of the city.
We had to pimp ourselves up a little bit before hitting Sarajevo on a saturday night. That's just how we roll. The nightlife of Sarajevo is one of the best we've encountered.

Turkish coffee. Pretty shitty, but served in a nice way.

Bosnia-Serbia

The drive from Bosnia to Serbia was an interesting trip all by itself. First we landed on a small road through a mountain. This was obviously not the way we intended to drive, but was pretty beautiful. We drove on gravel for about 20-30k with an average speed of 15 km/h since the standard of the road was terrible. Luckily we didn't meet any other cars on the way because the roads were extremely narrow. Our Transmobile barely fit through the tunnels. The only thing we thought about was what the hell we would do if the car broke down.
After getting through the mountain we were going to pass the border. We traveled without money and it was a sunday, but we thought that was not gonna be a problem. We were wrong.

When we got to the border the asked us for a greencard, which is an insurance proof for your car. We had one we bought at the Bosnian border, so we showed it. Obviously that greencard was only valid for Bosnia, and not Serbia, and they didn't sell them at the border we got to. We were told to go to another border about 40k away, something that we did. There they sold greencards, just not on sundays....

We drove back to the nearest town, about another 50k away, spent the night there. Withdrew money, exchanged it into Euros, drove back to the border. Spent two hours waiting for the greencard to be issued and then, finally, we were in Serbia. Bureaucracy can be a pain sometimes.

Beograd

The Beograd Hostel called Monster Hostel. A very social hostel. A drink occured here, and it was named "The Norwegian Shagmobile"

Recipe:

Vodka

Dash of Scweppes bitter lemon

fill up with Peach Ice Tea.

some ice

drink. delicious.

This is our Beograd crew, Joanna, Dorcas and Rachel from great Britain somewhere. Due to the fact that the Exit Festival was starting when we were in Beograd. Tons of Brits came there, and me and Tibi were the only non-brits in the Hostel. We went out to eat with these girls and a bunch of others at a classy restaurant where we got live music, great food and drinks. Probably the best restaurant experience (and most expensive) I've ever been a part of.

Serbia - Romania

Crossing the border to Romania was more fun than into Serbia. The borderman was looking at us with a pretty evil eye asking for our passports examining them extensively. And since Tibis born in Romania, it says this in his passport. When the guy discovered this he went "ahh, Roman" and was suddenly all nice asking Tibi all kinds of friendly questions about Norway. He than asked if we had something to declare, tibi said (in Romanian of course) "like what?" the guard said "guns and drugs" And we were on our way.

In Buchuresti, Chauchesko's crazy palace lies. This is apparently the second largest building in the world. He told about 300.000 people to leave their property becuase he was going to build a palace. In addition to what you see, the building is about the same size under the earth, where he should be able to survive for 30 years or so in case of a nuclear war.....

Constanta, this is where we are now. And here is father and son. I don't have any pictures from the crazy beach, beacause I'd like me camera to be not stolen.

More Barcelona baby

Our Crew in Barcelona with Erren from Australia, Gerru and Zak from South Africa, Cerveza beer from Spain, and the random guy from the street.