I went to the Sarajevo bus station with the Portuguese girls who were also heading to Serbia. By now my suitcase handle has broken and I am looking really silly dragging it around without no handle. There are a bunch of young kids at the bus station and it seems like they are laughing and looking at me. They must be talking about me — right — or am I just being self-centered? The girls sent me off on an overnight bus and then around 5 a.m. I arrived in Belgrade. I immediately decided to get in a cab — I was tired, my suitcase was broken and I wanted to get to rest. When the cab arrived at the address of my hostel, he wanted to charge me something like 50 euros for going under 2 kilometers. Yeah fuckin’ right! I gave him 10 euros while demanding “this is ALL i’m going to give you, you can’t rip me off by that much.”

Kralja Milana 17 is the address of my hostel. I saw a sign for “Hostel Belgrade” and walked through the main door. There are a bunch of doorbells with different names on them, but I didn’t see one for “Hostel Belgrade.” I was really confused and lost at this point. There is another door straight passed the main one leading to a sort of backyard/garden area of the building, with a bunch of houses back there. There is none that says “Hostel Belgrade” though. I walked ahead to some of the doors but am really confused and not sure what to do. I walked back to the main street and look at the doorbells again and am just kind of wishing for somebody to walk by and see how lost and frustrated I am and then tell me how the hell to find my hostel. Where are you, my guardian angel? I walked back through the two sets of doors, to the back of the building and there is some guy walking out of one of the doors. I asked him if he knows where the hostel is. He pointed to the second door down on the left, in this courtyard of houses-behind-building. I walked up to the door and I saw in the doorway there is this broken green-n-orange sign that looks like the same one posted out on the main street, but this one is on the floor, being of no help to the person that does not yet know how to find her way to this destination. But there it is and now I will remember.

So yeah, I’m in Belgrade now… just wanderin’ around a little.