Hi all,
After being woken by the 6 a.m. construction crew across the street, I went for a walk this morning. Lots of bicycles and pedestrians this morning, very few cars. Fresh milk in the big tin cylinders seemed to be the hottest item.
It is only after I got all the way through downtown and was on my way back that I realized that people are staring at me while trying hard not to. Kind of eerie.
In another of those "Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore" moments, we had to register with the local police today. If we were not to do this Peter could be charged a hefty fine. Registering is very simple. You collect your passports and, along with your host, go to the local police department. Here you will be informed that the form you need to register is not in today, come back tomorrow. If you inquire at this point about the fine, you will be informed that you need to register today or you will be fined. When asked if there are any other registration forms in town, you will be sent to the local Farm Supply, who will then send you to the local Print Shop, who will be happy to sell you a form (10 Dinar each). So, left with no choice, you pay the money and go back to the police department, only to find that the secretary you need to see is at the dentist. From there you go to your friend the local school teacher’s house because the forms are in Serbian and unreadable by any of our plucky crew. Fill out the forms and back to the police department, where you are treated to watching the "over worked" (he’ll tell you!) office clerk talk to the police officer to ten minutes. You will need the help of a friendly local patron to translate for you at this point, for, of course, the local clerk only speaks Serbian. Then, easy as that, you get your registration certificate. See, that wasn’t so hard. Oh, and keep that with the passport or face a big fine...
Dave
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