Creepin' at the Beach

22-5-11

Hotel Royal, Belgrade

Today was a lazy day.  We slept in late and went to the beach around noon or one.  We arrived expecting a nice sandy beach…we were wrong.  Lake Ada is a man-made lake that is filled by off-flow from the Sava River.  The banks are steep and filled with fairly large pebbles…about a quarter of the size of a golf ball, some even larger.  Sometime in the afternoon Lucas, Britt, and Liz wandered off to find the mythical nude beach.  I thought about joining them, but was feeling lazy and figured that it would probably be filled with either creepers or old people.  Most likely old people.  I wasn’t incorrect, on either count.

Apparently when they got there, they knew because they saw an old man’s chalk-white ass.  They went on to the beach, which only older people were on, took off their clothes and went for a swim.  As they stayed there, more and more people came to the fence near the edge.  You could see them pointing and texting.  Britt swears they were all telling their friend to come see the nude American girls. 

When they got out and sat down, a man approached them offering food and drink before propositioning both Britt and Liz. He offered Liz four hundred dinar…or about six bucks.  They quickly left that part of the beach and sat down on the other side.  After some time a man came down to the water, stuck his fingers in, and very obviously staring back towards them. He left the water’s edge and sat down behind the three of them.  A couple minutes later, Liz felt a little weird – the hairs on her neck were standing up, so to speak.  She decided to turn her head to get a glimpse of what was going on around and behind her when she noticed their water-front “friend” sitting back and masturbating while looking directly at them…they left the beach very quickly.  As they did so, the older people there apologized profusely for the two younger men’s behavior.

They came back to the rest of the group and we all left shortly thereafter.  We got back to the hotel and took a nap for awhile.  After we woke up, Katie informed us that Dennis was at Znak Pitanja again.  He had gone there with Jonathan to discuss our thousand-dollar tab from a few nights ago… We joined him to see drinks and a platter of food in front of him.  Apparently the waiter won that discussion, but was nice enough to provide food and drink free to Dennis.  What Dennis had learned is that while we thought we were taking single shots all night, we were in fact drinking doubles…pocketbook says owwiee! to 134 shots of rakija.

On our way to Znak Pitanja, we had randomly run in to Sutši as she was heading to our Hotel of all places!  Apparently there was a night of tango dancing in the basement of the hotel that night.  After we left Znak Pitanja, we decided to go watch the tangos – none of us knew how.  It was a lot of fun – good music, some good dancing, but most importantly good company.  After about an hour downstairs though, we called it a night and went to bed fairly early.