It continues the next morning after a night in the forest. I feel like I could have slept in a honeycomb. Because mosquitoes can’t enter my tent, a huge amount of buzzing bloodsuckers\u00a0gathered around my tent. With so many mosquitoes it sounded as if I were sitting in a beehive. Otherwise the night was rather pleasant. I heard nothing more from the car that drove by in the evening.<\/p>\n
In the next village I change my remaining forint in dinar. As I eat breakfast on a bench I win a new friend.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Shortly thereafter I stumble upon a very unusual vehicle. Driving this has to feel rather airy. Frist I think that it is self-made but I’m going to find two more of this kind later on.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n While I’m riding from village to village, I notice that the EuroVelo 6 (cycling route from the Atlantic to the Black Sea) in Serbia is significantly better. I found streets riddled by potholes or holes peppered by road very often in Hungary but here the streets are really great. Of course, the whole thing is criticism at a high level. Soon I will be on even worth roads.<\/p>\n The streets often looked like this in Hungary:<\/p>\n And in Serbia:<\/p>\n And the trash on the roadside remains a well-known companion.<\/p>\n<\/a> <\/a><\/pre>\n
Road full of potholes or do you prefer a sand road?<\/pre>\n
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But: also in Serbia the roads get worth later on.<\/pre>\n