By the time I finally made it home from my first ever Belgrade Splav experience, it was somewhere around 7am. With only a few hours until I had to meet the owner of the private apartment Peder and I had reserved for the weekend, I set my alarm for 9:45, took a quick “nap,” threw on my backpack, and rushed across town.
I arrived 10 minutes late, still intoxicated from the endless bottles of free wine the night before. I really hope she didn’t notice.
The apartment was everything I could’ve wished for – spacious, comfortable, well-furnished, and fantastically located: just one block from Silicon Valley and right across the street from a huge supermarket. It had free laundry, internet, and even a hi-fi soundsystem – several bonuses I certainly wasn’t expecting.
So thanks (?) to my cozy new surroundings, I ended up spending nearly all of Friday sound asleep in bed – recharging my batteries until Peder’s arrival somewhere around 11pm.
As it turned out, he too would be starting the weekend after a long sleepless night…spent studying for his last upper-division biochemistry exam of the semester. He’d brought his luggage to the test and left straight for the airport. Yet despite the understandable exhaustion, after just a couple hours catching up and getting settled he managed to pump his energy level back up to 10. We grabbed a cab straight for the river. Destination: H20, one of Belgrade’s top three splavs, where Jeca and her sister had already gone ahead to reserve a table and await our arrival. It was our first night out in Belgrade – and our reunion after a full year of hard work at home with no international travel whatsoever.
(…well, for me at least. Peder did take a quick trip to India and Thailand last spring 😛 )
Yet for such a well-known club, I have to admit it was a bit disappointing. Not because it was boring; on the contrary, it was so full of people you scarcely knew where to go. And not because they were unfriendly; the vibe in fact felt quite nice. It was because of the soundsystem. The volume was so over-the-top that it made any type of social interaction pretty much impossible – nobody could say even one word to each other. Ten minutes after our arrival we found ourselves out front deliberating on where to head next. “Another splav, perhaps?”
Well, wouldn’t you know it, the rain had once again started pouring down – and since we were a ways upriver from the “main” splav area, we decided to head straight back to the apartment for a more laid back evening of drinks and hookah.
Sometimes you just can’t beat a little bit of comfort 🙂 And even though it may not’ve been the “big night out in Belgrade” we’d initially planned, it was still loads of fun. The four of us stayed up partying until somewhere around 10am.