It seems Belgrade isn’t in Ireland

Yes, I am aware Belgrade is in Serbia, but I do have a hereditary condition that causes me to substitute words that sound similar to each other. Unfortunately for me Belgrade and Belfast are similar words, which made me look like quite the fool.

Our time in Belgrade was limited and we spent our few days eating ice creams, walking aimlessly, escaping the heat at the fake beach (unfortunately I don’t have photos but you can imagine the tasteful swimming attire on show), admiring the local vehicles and trying to perfect the jump shot. Yes, very culturally enriching stuff.

There is always room for icecream.

Robin has a watermelon as well.

Askew.

Glowy.

Singlets.

Laundry day.

Fort.

Eve?

Derlict.

Chomp.

An art.

Park.

Sought refuge from the heat.

Nice wheels.

Series of jump shots:

Slinky.

Ripped.

Little rippers.

Cude couble jumb.

Lemmings.

Air.

We thought the journey by train would be more pleasant if we were slightly inebriated. Having our window smashed by a rock and our personal items being preyed on by some tricksy gypsies did indeed seem much more comical after a few Weiss beers.

Scum over beers.

Weiss beer model.

Blount tired.

Near misses are funny.