Monday, 5 September 2011

Short Break in Belgrade


A friend suggested that we visit Belgrade for a couple of days. I admit it, I was wary. After all, Serbia is a country that I have only heard of in the context of conflict. I allowed the spirit of adventure to guide me though and agreed. We would go to Belgrade.

The two night stop in Belgrade was a business trip for my travelling companion who had decided that, as we needed to go to a few different places, it would be easiest to hire a car.

Our journey started in Skopje, Macedonia, which is where he lives. The road to Belgrade was fairly uneventful. Peaceful rural scenery. Border crossing was fine - papers all in order. We sailed through the Macedonian side of the border. On the Serbian side my travelling companion had a conversation with the police officer. I thought something might be wrong. But he was smiling - surely everything was okay. He turned to me. “There's a police officer here who'll be coming in the car with us. He needs a lift home.”

Surely he was joking. But no, when we pulled over at the border post money exchange bureau, a police officer climbed into the back seat and we drove him about 40 km down the highway and dropped him off in a small village. So, surprisingly I entered Serbia with a police escort and an amusing travel tale to tell.

I hadn't ever thought about visiting Belgrade and the decision to go there was made in haste so I didn't have much time to do any research. I had no idea what to expect. Not to mention that we were booked into the rather absurdly named Design Hotel Mr President for our two night stay. My first look at Belgrade came as we crested a hill on the outskirts and my enduring memory is seeing a couple of massive, concrete, socialist era tower blocks rising above the city. We drove to the hotel which is in a great location - near the railway station and across the road from the bus station. An easy 10 – 15 minute walk to the centre. If you drive, it also has free parking.

Belgrade is a modern city with a range of shops, and fascinating architecture, ranging from the 60s socialist to the beautiful art nouveau Hotel Moscow, from the mix of styles cobbled together over centuries at the Kalemegdan Citadel to the orthodox churches.

Each room of the Design Hotel Mr President pays tribute to a current or former world leader with a portrait over the bed. A little strange. The very reasonable hotel room rate includes both breakfast and dinner. Breakfast was fine, but we ate out each night and didn't get to try the dinners. It is definitely worth visiting the restaurant where breakfast and dinner are served to see the two replicas of Mt Rushmore – one with the original faces, and one with the heads of various local figures. Service in the hotel cafe was friendly and sitting outside on the pavement was pleasant, even though it was next to a road. The hotel is also next to a a small park which is great for people watching, or just sitting to rest your feet after walking around the city.

In the city centre we stopped for coffee. There were heatwave conditions in parts of Europe at the time. This cafe's response to the heat was to spray a light fog over the guests too cool us down. If you've ever been lucky enough to visit the Fog Sculpture at the National Gallery of Australia in Canberra, you will understand the concept.

The pedestrianised main street hosts a string of familiar and unfamiliar shops, including one shop that seemed to be made up of artisans' stalls. Along this street you will also find people selling souvenirs and art. At one end of this street, cross the road and you will find yourself in a lovely park and near the city's fortress, Kelamegdan Citadel. During the day the park is cluttered with small stalls selling mainly tourist tat, but get there early in the morning and it's a different place. Quiet, peaceful. A few joggers and dog walkers populate the park, but it's so large you barely notice them. There are panoramic views to Belgrade's two rivers, the Sava and the Danube, and to the point where the two rivers meet. At the other end of the pedestrian zone, walk on for a hundred metres or so and you will find the green and white facade of the Hotel Moscow.

If you only eat one meal in Belgrade, I suggest you have it at the fortress terrace restaurant, Kalemegdanska Terasa. The interior is decorated with fake frescos, but don't hold this against the place. The food is some of the best I've eaten. The highlight of my meal was the homemade pasta with brie, porcini, and truffles. My travelling companion laughed at the look on my face when I took my first mouthful, perhaps reminded of a certain scene in the film When Harry Met Sally. I savoured the creamy flavours, and the gentle al dente texture of the pasta. It wasn't until he tried some that he really understood. Next time I come here, I'm ordering this ... When you visit, make sure you sit outside on the terrace. It overlooks the river and is a lovely place to enjoy the balmy Serbian summer evening and it was a welcome respite from the heat of the day. Rows of pink and red geraniums in pots. A majestic stone tower of the fortress in view. Pure magic.



Belgrade is not the easiest city to find your way around. It doesn't conform to a neat grid pattern. But it is one of the most inviting cities to get lost in. I ventured out early one morning on foot. The city was wakening - except for a few sleeping travellers in a small green park near the bus station. I wandered through the quiet streets, able to stop at leisure to look at the buildings without interrupting the flow of busy people which takes over the pavements later in the day. The park around the fortress was practically deserted. a few early morning exercisers and dog walkers. A couple of other camera-toting tourists. and beautiful views of the river and the fortress structures as the sun climbed higher in the sky. I then managed to get completely lost getting back to the hotel, but found the city market where I picked up a couple of Serbian silk and cotton tops very cheaply.

For our second evening we went to the Supermarket. Now this isn't a place to buy your groceries. It's a hip and happening concept store, packed with the city's young urban professionals. Stop here for a drink. It's not somewhere I would come back to for a meal, but it's a fascinating store with an eclectic mix of things from high fashion shoes, to dog accessories, from coffee table books to knick-knacks and clothes. And the drinks were good.

Belgrade is a bustling city full of life and energy. There is entertainment available everywhere - perhaps not the array of big names that go to Croatia, but interesting entertainment nonetheless. When you think of Belgrade and Serbia, put thoughts of the conflicts behind you. The people here are getting on with their lives, and enjoying them.

Thursday, 18 August 2011

It's time

Is there anything as wonderful as the feeling of anticipation that comes when you have an exciting holiday coming up, with plans to visit places you've never been before, a visit to one city you have visited before and loved, and time with a good friend to look forward to?

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

What to do now?


What to do now? A question I ask myself a thousand times a day. With 'now' meaning a load of different things from 'right this minute' to 'for the rest of my life'!

Every now and then the possibilities overwhelm me. There are so many options. Just think about it ...

Thinking about setting up a business? The internet has opened up opportunities that didn’t exist 10, or even 5 years, ago. What talents can I use? I start a list and soon find myself with so many options I can’t make a choice. Write some ebooks, teach English, freelance writing, editing – writing seems to be a theme but now I need a niche. Silent scream.

I decide to stick to the day job a little longer and think about what to read in my spare time. I’ve decided that six bookcases full of books – well, it’s somewhat excessive for one person and I need to cull the collection. But where to start? Of course, I can’t remove anything without re-reading it. So, fiction or non-fiction, light or literary, European, Asian or Antipodean ...? Too many choices. Maybe I’ll work on the holiday planning.

The countries are decided. I had help with that ... So we have a list. Macedonia, Serbia, Croatia and the Czech Republic. But only two weeks. And in each of those countries there’s so much to see, so much to do. Then there's the question of which websites to trust for travel information.

Maybe it’s time I cooked dinner – but of course, a rummage in the kitchen means more choices, more decisions.

I am now completely overwhelmed. Maybe I’ll just distract myself by writing a blog entry – and asking for advise. What do you do when you’re confronted by so many choices that you can’t make a choice?

I have ground to a halt. I am wasting time doing trivial things to avoid making decisions about the things that will make a difference.

Perhaps I should read some self-help books ... that might be a place to start.

Saturday, 13 August 2011

I've been cooking again ...


Paprika spiced cannellini beans

Dice two onions and finely chop a couple of cloves of garlic. Cook slowly in olive oil to soften, not brown – no caramelising here, okay – soft and pale is how you want it to be. Add about three tablespoons of Paprika and the same of ground cumin. Stir and cook for a few minutes. Then add about three tablespoons of cider vinegar and a couple of tablespoons of brown sugar. Also add a stack of chopped tomatoes (I used some preserved organic cherry tomatoes from Organic Foods and Cafe) and squashed them up as they cooked. Season with salt and pepper. Cook for about 10 minutes. Then add a couple of cans of Cannellini beans.

Play around with the ratios – look at how much tomato you like with your beans or how many beans you like with your tomato – I went for two lots of tomatoes and two cans of beans ... Cook some more – maybe about ten to twenty minutes.

You can serve this with all kinds of things. Crumble over some feta cheese, add some chunks of avocado, serve with rice, or mop it up with bread. Pile on toast (bruschetta style) or serve with salad. For extra richness top with some sour cream. Use your imagination and have fun. The recipe is just the starting point.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Friends

What is a friend? Are our true friends more important to us than even members of our family? A popular, and oft-repeated Facebook post claims: “Family isn't always blood. It's the people in your life who want you in theirs. The ones who accept you for who you are. The ones who would do anything for you, and love you no matter what.”

In the words of Alain de Botton, a friend is someone “kind enough to consider more of us normal than most people do.” And when we think about the importance of friends, one can’t help but think Nietzsche was right to find Epicurus’s ideas on friendship appealing: “Of all the things that wisdom provides to help one live one’s entire life in happiness, the greatest by far is the possession of friendship.”

This past week I have managed to catch up with two wonderful friends. The next week will, I hope, see me have the opportunity to spend time with others. I am blessed with a collection of special people – not a large collection to be sure, but a collection nonetheless – of people who I consider to be true friends.

Then there are the new friends. The people we meet by chance who touch our lives and who, for whatever reason, reach us in a way that makes us want to open ourselves to them and to meet up with them again and again. The people we want to build a friendship with because of that spark they have that lights our hearts and our minds (and if we’re very lucky, our bodiesJ).

They may, over time, become family. Or we may realise that we were mistaken. Or they may not like us quite the same way we like them.

I guess what counts for me is that amongst all the people that I have met, there are a few people I find it easy to support and love who support and love me back.

Tuesday, 5 July 2011

More things that delight me (Part 2)

  • The smell of eucalypts after rain
  • The Fog Sculpture at the NGA in Canberra


  • A good strong blue cheese
  • Staying at home with a good book
  • Ripe tomato with fresh basil and some good Murray River pink sea salt
  • Waking up in the morning and knowing there’s no one I have to see, no where I have to be
  • Making the decision about where to spend my next holiday

  •  The look on visitors’ faces when they see Dubai’s faux Egyptian shopping centre Wafi in all its glory for the first time – think sun streaming through glass pyramids, concrete statues of Ramses II and general typical, over-the-top, Dubai style excess
  • Stormy seas – waves pounding against rocks under dark clouds, with or without rain
  • Swimming in a thermal spa in Italy in the rain in autumn

  •  The faded splendour of Venice – the boats collecting the city’s garbage in the mornings, the subtle Christmas lights in December, getting lost walking and discovering glimpses of gardens, eating a crepe with melted cheese near the Rialto Bridge
  • Dipping my feet into an icy cold river on a hot summer day
  • Bach’s Cello Suites – Pablo Casal’s recording is my top preference but there are many other good ones
  • Mario's gorgeous tower in Montemarcello 
  • The sound of a lover's voice on the phone when you haven't seen them for a while ...

Monday, 4 July 2011

I want to break free

I know some of my older readers will remember Freddie Mercury and this wonderful Queen song. I've been reflecting recently about how many barriers we create for ourselves to prevent ourselves breaking free. Why is it that people need to feel safe and secure, even when it's clearly not making them happy and is, on occasion, even damaging them?

How can we remove the bars that cage us and take action to go to another place in life? What is the worst that can happen?

Any thoughts, encouragement, random hints, etc. welcome.

I know it will be worth it in the end.