The closer you get to the border with Croatia, the more you see the consequences of the war. It is depressing to drive through the former war zone. Many buildings have fallen apart, many have bullet holes. Definitely one third of the houses are empty or look deserted.
At the Croatian-Serbian border we are controlled again, but friendly and with a smile. They even want to send us back to the big road, to drive on the small road along the Danube, they don’t understand.
In a small harbor, we find a place to sleep, from which, however, we are expelled at night by a violent thunderstorm. A little further we are at least safe on solid ground.
The next city on our route is Belgrade. The many detours of our TomTom device as well as the traffic in the big city favor our decision to skip Belgrade and drive on.
The Serbian-Romanian border is easy. Again and again we see the sign for the Danube cycle path or the bike path Atlantic to the Black Sea, but on the normal road … I do not think so great.