2 days in Belgrade

After a great 2 days of hiking in Montenegro, I was ready to hit the “Party City” of Belgrade. Now, Serbia’s definitely not on most Americans’ radars in terms of travel destinations, but I’m here to encourage you to go. I never felt unsafe there (I was with a guy, but I don’t think I would have felt any differently if I had been traveling alone), and really wish I could have spent more time exploring the city and seeing the nightlife.

The bus ride was long: 9 hours from Zabljak to be exact. I think I’ve learned a new level of patience from the long bus rides in Europe (from Berlin all the way down to Montenegro, I hadn’t yet taken one single flight), and this one was no different. It did help to have someone traveling with me.

Tara River Bridge (crossed over on the bus from Zabljak to Belgrade)

Quick rest stop at a restaurant


We got in just before 9, so we raced to our hostel, hoping to catch a pub crawl that started at 9 too. Sadly we showed up at Republic Square and saw no sign of the group, so we crossed the street and sat down at an outdoor place, facing a group of guys drumming and a crowd dancing. It was definitely nice to be around some kind of lively commotion for a change. No matter how peaceful and refreshing the mountains are, there’s always a place for some going out. Honestly, we just spent the rest of the night wandering to different bars before calling it a night and making it back to the hostel.

National Assembly building

The next morning we headed out to see some sights. We started at the St. Mark’s Church (a Serbian Orthodox Church and one of the largest in the country), but when we first walked in, there were services and baptisms taking place, so we didn’t venture too far in and I think missed the main part, which looks beautiful in pictures. Instead, we strolled through the Tašmajdan Park just outside the church, where booths were set up to sell various handicrafts and goods. Mostly, though, all we saw was honey at every table. I wondered how they could get away selling the exact same thing at each table…There was also a memorial for the children killed in the NATO aggression of 1999, something you see a bit all over the city actually.

Republic Square

St. Mark’s Church

Market in the square outside St. Mark’s Church

NATO Aggression Memorial

From what I could tell with translations, this roughly says “Pride leads”


We also stopped in at the Nikola Tesla Museum and got tickets for a later entry which would include a demonstration. In the meantime, we explored the Church of Saint Sava, one of the largest Orthodox churches in the world, and definitely one that dominates Belgrade’s landscape. The interesting part about this church is that the inside still remains somewhat unfinished as of 2009, when most other construction was completed. And like other Orthodox churches, the inside is very open and empty, so it looks especially barren, which almost makes it look even bigger. After that, back to the Tesla Museum. It’s a small museum, so it’s definitely worth getting tickets that include the demonstration, especially since it’s the same price. As someone who has never exactly been the biggest fan of science, it was interesting, but I know B was definitely much more interested in everything there. The museum is all on one floor of an old house and only a few rooms of carefully-chosen artifacts, unlike big American museums that tend to present the whole history in a series of big rooms.

Church of Saint Sava

Inside Sava Church

French Embassy


Our last “cultural” stop for the day was the Free Walking Tour, which I definitely recommend (in any city, mind you). Our guide took us throughout the city and did a great job explaining some of the history. Coming from Bosnia, I did pay a bit of attention to how they treat the questions about the war and that history. The answer is: carefully. Our guide definitely admitted that it wasn’t always the most pleasant topic, but that, for the most part, people tried to discuss it and move on, letting the past be in the past. I do agree with the general principle, but it’s obvious the history (especially so recent and so violent) still affects almost everyone here.

Mosque which was attacked by locals during the war. A police car still stands by out front 24/7 just in case

My favorite part of the tour was the Bohemian quarter, Skadarlija. Resembling the Montmartre district in Paris, the main street in this quarter is really only 400m long, but is lined with kafanas (little cafes where artists used to gather), beautiful drinking fountains, and cobblestone. The house of one of the most famous artists who lived and died here in the mid-1800s, Đura Jakšić, still stands, and a statue sits on the street too. Apparently, our guide told us, that he one day decided to try to quit drinking- a hard feat, especially on a street where you can only imagine the raki shots flowing at each kafana. To reward himself for getting all the way up and down the street without accepting a single shot of alcohol, he took nothing else but…a shot of raki.


The drinking fountains of Skadarlija

Statue of Dura Jaksic

We ended the tour near the Kalemegdan, Belgrade Fortress. Since it’s within these walls that, for centuries, the whole population of Belgrade stayed, it’s an important site. It was also controlled by the Ottoman Empire for a time. We obviously didn’t have enough time to see and wander through much of it on the tour, but it is apparently known for its winding walkways and scenic river views. We arrived right at sunset, so we did get to see some of those views, which was amazing. All along the edge, signs read “No entry” and “Walking in this area you risk your life,” but hordes of students and young people sat with their feet dangling over. It didn’t take long, just like our guide warned us, for an officer to come by, whistling loudly and making them all move. Oh well.


Since we ended right across from Kafana “?” (the actual name of the restaurant), we decided to eat there. The place actually got its name in 1892. The owner wanted to change the name to Kod Saborne crkve, which means “by the Saborna Church.” This of course angered church authorities and the owner temporarily hung a “?” sign on the front. Well, that stuck, and over 100 years later, the kafana is now on the Protected Monuments of Culture list as of 1981. The food was good, and the back patio was lively with groups and musicians. As a touristy spot, it is a bit pricier than others, and the food may not be as tasty or service as friendly, but it was a good spot nonetheless. I had the Karađorđeva šnicla, which is a breaded cutlet of pork or veal steak, stuffed with kajmak (a type of Serbian creamy cheese), and then fried. Because of the phallic shape, it’s actually called a “girl’s dream.” Uh huh…

Our Belgrade trip ended mostly quietly. We had a few drinks around town after that, but then went home. I’ll definitely have to come back to experience the “party city” of Belgrade. I feel like I got a good first glimpse, but definitely don’t feel like I got enough of a sense of the city in our short time there.

Above all, I would recommend to anyone to come to Belgrade, despite any misconceptions in the U.S. I’d also recommend going to other parts of the Balkans before or after Serbia. The history is still very much present, and you’ll get a different perspective from each place. It’s easy to see the war from one particular side, which I definitely still agree with in a sense, but destruction and horror happened in all places. The military headquarters building on a main street in Belgrade, completely bombed and guarded to this day by a soldier, is definitely proof of that.

For a good sense of the feeling in Belgrade, which still mostly remains today, I think the Twenty-Something Travel’s “Bombs over Belgrade” post sums it up pretty well. I’m not sure I got as strong of this sense since I was with someone the whole time, who also happened to be Polish, but there is a much stronger sense of national pride in Serbia than I’d felt elsewhere in the Balkans – stronger in an unfriendly sense. A lot of this comes quite simply from the fact that, unlike in Bosnia, where the blame seems to fall mostly on Serbia and Milosevic’s regime, the blame in Serbia seems to fall on NATO, but more importantly, on the U.S. All the memorials to the victims of the NATO bombings, the still-bombed Ministry of Defense buildings, the oral tales of the bridge that was flooded with people and concerts so as to avoid bombings – these all seem to serve as potent reminders of aggression from a country I call home. Whereas in Bosnia, where the national pride felt friendly, as if everyone I met wanted to showcase how delicious the food was, how optimistic they still were, how beautiful the country could be, in Serbia, it almost felt revengeful.  I know it’s important to separate stereotypes and “general feelings” from actual encounters, real conversations with people in each place (especially since most of this feeling probably stems from the simple fact that the “aggressor” in Serbia was my own country, unlike in Bosnia). So I’m hesitant to generalize this feeling across Belgrade, much less Serbia, but it’s something I did notice.

Tried translating this, and mostly got expletives about capitalism…

 Until next time, things I wish I’d done, and look forward to doing next time:

  • the Communist tour of Belgrade
  • explore the nightlife of the city. (It is called “Party city” for a reason after all…)
  • stay at the Hostelche (I’ve heard great things and apparently the crowd is really social and outgoing)
  • Go to the Mikser House in the Savamala District (for now, read about Tricia’s experience visiting it on her blog here)

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