Belgrade to Lake Bled was the agenda, but after a late night, the day started at a leisurely pace. Milos wanted us to see a little more of Belgrade, so we travelled to breakfast with Milos at a lake-side location before setting off for the day. But first, Milos “needed” a bit of posing time in the car!
Off we set for the border with Croatia. We thought we were hard done by with long crossing queues costing us around 30 minutes, but the wait was even longer for truck drivers; we measured more than 3 kilometres of parked trucks going both ways! One has to ask whether anyone appreciates the commercial damage caused by these delays.
Once in Croatia, we were back in the EU with no borders until Calais – or so we thought. We did experience a short queue at the border with Slovenia, but this was merely the police conducting a quick check of driving licenses. They looked at Dad’s this time but not mine. Slightly bizarre as he was in the passenger seat. Maybe they just wanted to see the car.
Some of the roads became really awful as we continued north.
Our target for the night was Bled in Slovenia, and we arrived at our accomodation at 7.30 pm. This time, it was a 3-bed apartment – booked through Booking.com whilst travelling that day!
The biggest problem of this leg of the trip was speed humps and rough roads around Bled, grounding the MG exhaust several times. How we missed the quality of Turkish and Serbian roads!
The apartment’s owner was a classic car enthusiast from Ukraine, and he was quite taken with the MGC: he even offered to empty out his garage so it could safely sit in a protected covered environment. A lovely thought but we declined.
More conversation about cars and then back down to Lake Bled for photos and, more importantly, dinner and a couple of beers.
Belgrade to Lake Bled: 366 Miles.