A Serbian Wedding

So, it seems like the wedding was a smashing success. It started with the groom getting taken to the wedding venue in this beautiful pink machine, and ended (for us) some 10hrs later by getting arrested in an industrial district well outside the centre.

What exactly happened? That’s something for only God to know and sort out as she sees fit. But luckily Serbian police are incredibly friendly (especially after you produce a press pass), and will gladly send you on your way if you make a small, totally voluntary donation to their coffers. Fair!

To paraphrase the immortal Rick James: 'Rakija is a helluva drug'. Bruises, contusions, broken bones, perhaps a collapsed lung? Those things are all just ephemeral (inshallah). Memories? They last a lifetime. Once again, God bless Serbia.....