So, the past two days have been very exciting. These are the reasons why I stay in hostels: I’ve met 3 really cool guys, but specifically yesterday and today I got to hang with Fraser (of Scotland) and Goran (of Serbia). Yesterday Fraser and I went about in the rain and saw a Slovene band playing New Orleans style jazz. When I say jazz, I really mean they had the whole Bourbon Street look (Straw hats, Suspenders, Bow Ties, etc) and they were playing stuff like When the Saints Go Marching In. Excellent, I guess, but just oddly out of place. Meh.

Subsequently, we met up with Goran and went to a really cool pub, Jugoslavia. It was complete Kitsch, but was sooooo worth it. Tito watched us with unswavering eyes. I love this place. It was quite the find.

Then we went to a squater’s paradise, Metalkova. It’s what the hippies, I think, had tried to achieve in San Fran. The issue is that here the ruined factory was already ready already. We then went to go to some reggae place that, of course, was completely smoked out. Oh, and the power went out at 3 am. Maybe it was supposed to be a way of getting rid of everyone, but more likely it was just some fluke. Regardless, the DJ’s tried to keep some semblence of a beat and freestyle a la Rasta. Epic fail. They were too… just too much in general, shall we say. No one could even comprehend the beat, let alone even attempt to find a way to hit the drum which was in their lap.

Today, Goran and I went to the castle and had a great day on the only day we’ve seen the sun in about a week.

Literature: Starting The Moon is a Harsh Mistress by Heinlein.

Music: Letu Stuke and Okean Elzy

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