24 September, 2016
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It came the day when we are going home. Although, when I think about a little better, we are going home from that moment when we unshipped from ferry an Bari before 20 days. We are packing our tent and waving to the sea for the last time. We went by train to Vicenza with no problems at all, but when we came to the bus station where bus for Novi Sad should come, nobody knew anything about that. On the window they said that they see sometimes some bus for Serbia there, but that they don’t know anything about that. We spent some time at the station and then we went to Spar for snacks for the road.
When we got back certain driver with KG plates horned. We loaded bikes and luggage with minor injuries and we set on the seats above rear left wheel. At the next stop we got our 60th passenger, truck driver who drives his little truck for 7 years and who knows all relatives of other passengers. Among other passengers there were also bike smuggler, father trucker, son trucker, another son trucker, sun football player, mason who builds great earth floors.
Finally, at half past one in the morning, Novi Sad.