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<blockquote data-quote="BillB" data-source="post: 1210830" data-attributes="member: 9985"><p>As Jackie and I made our way to our table for breakfast the next day a German lady to whom we had chatted fairly often jumped up and planted a smacker on my cheek and wished me a happy birthday in German. This is something that doesn’t happen often when you reach my age, so I enjoyed the experience before explaining that today was Sunday the 17th and my birthday was on Tuesday the 19th.She was so embarrassed, and after I went up to the buffet she asked Jackie if I was angry. Jackie told her that it would take a lot more than that to get me angry, but I had to rack my brains to find a way of making light of the mix-up. Finally I hit on a ploy. On the way back to my table I smiled at her, told her that although it was the wrong day I would be back for another kiss on Tuesday. She seemed to be mollified and we continued our friendly chats now and then in the bar.</p><p></p><p>Around 11.30 a.m. we moored in Belgrade to pass through the required border controls. We cruised on a little further until the time arrived for those of us who had signed up for an excursion to Novi Sad to disembark and board our buses.</p><p></p><p>We stopped first at Sremski Karlovci to visit the monastery that has quite a bit of historical interest. It’s set in a walled estate and has stained glass windows and paintings that date back several hundred years.</p><p></p><p>From there it was a comparatively short drive to Novi Sad, the capital of the Serbian province of Vojvodina. Following the First World War it was incorporated into the Kingdom of the Serbs, Croats and Slovenes, which later morphed into Yugoslavia. After Yugoslavia broke apart it became part of the new nation of Serbia and Montenegro. During the brutal Kosovo conflict in 1999 Novi Sad was bombed by NATO and significantly damaged. All the bridges crossing the Danube were destroyed.</p><p></p><p>Today the rebuilding programme can be seen to have restored much of the damaged buildings and the bridges have all been rebuilt.</p><p></p><p>Beside the Danube is a memorial to the Jews of the city who perished in the camps during World War II. Beside the memorial there runs a series of plaques listing the names of all those who became victims of the Nazis. It is an emotional experience to walk along, reading the names and seeing members of the same family all listed.</p><p></p><p>A few moments later we came upon a square which has been carefully restored where we were entertained by watching a Serb who had filled a bucket with water to which he had added some detergent. He had a fairly long length of rope which he had fashioned into a loop and after dipping the entire loop in the bucket he swung it round and round, creating giant bubbles which a crowd of kids were noisily chasing. Serbs sat around, watching the fun, sipping their drinks on a sunny Sunday afternoon. It was a fun way to end our tour of Novi Sad and make our way back to the ship for a late dinner.</p><p></p><p>During the night, as we cruised along, my wretched cold awoke me. As I remember it was between 2 a.m. and 3. I climbed out of bed and quietly pulled the curtains apart. With no light pollution the sky was crystal clear, not a cloud to be seen and the stars blazed in the darkness. I could make out The Plough clearly, just above the horizon. It was a magical moment and one I shall treasure in my memory.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BillB, post: 1210830, member: 9985"] As Jackie and I made our way to our table for breakfast the next day a German lady to whom we had chatted fairly often jumped up and planted a smacker on my cheek and wished me a happy birthday in German. This is something that doesn’t happen often when you reach my age, so I enjoyed the experience before explaining that today was Sunday the 17th and my birthday was on Tuesday the 19th.She was so embarrassed, and after I went up to the buffet she asked Jackie if I was angry. Jackie told her that it would take a lot more than that to get me angry, but I had to rack my brains to find a way of making light of the mix-up. Finally I hit on a ploy. On the way back to my table I smiled at her, told her that although it was the wrong day I would be back for another kiss on Tuesday. She seemed to be mollified and we continued our friendly chats now and then in the bar. Around 11.30 a.m. we moored in Belgrade to pass through the required border controls. We cruised on a little further until the time arrived for those of us who had signed up for an excursion to Novi Sad to disembark and board our buses. We stopped first at Sremski Karlovci to visit the monastery that has quite a bit of historical interest. It’s set in a walled estate and has stained glass windows and paintings that date back several hundred years. From there it was a comparatively short drive to Novi Sad, the capital of the Serbian province of Vojvodina. Following the First World War it was incorporated into the Kingdom of the Serbs, Croats and Slovenes, which later morphed into Yugoslavia. After Yugoslavia broke apart it became part of the new nation of Serbia and Montenegro. During the brutal Kosovo conflict in 1999 Novi Sad was bombed by NATO and significantly damaged. All the bridges crossing the Danube were destroyed. Today the rebuilding programme can be seen to have restored much of the damaged buildings and the bridges have all been rebuilt. Beside the Danube is a memorial to the Jews of the city who perished in the camps during World War II. Beside the memorial there runs a series of plaques listing the names of all those who became victims of the Nazis. It is an emotional experience to walk along, reading the names and seeing members of the same family all listed. A few moments later we came upon a square which has been carefully restored where we were entertained by watching a Serb who had filled a bucket with water to which he had added some detergent. He had a fairly long length of rope which he had fashioned into a loop and after dipping the entire loop in the bucket he swung it round and round, creating giant bubbles which a crowd of kids were noisily chasing. Serbs sat around, watching the fun, sipping their drinks on a sunny Sunday afternoon. It was a fun way to end our tour of Novi Sad and make our way back to the ship for a late dinner. During the night, as we cruised along, my wretched cold awoke me. As I remember it was between 2 a.m. and 3. I climbed out of bed and quietly pulled the curtains apart. With no light pollution the sky was crystal clear, not a cloud to be seen and the stars blazed in the darkness. I could make out The Plough clearly, just above the horizon. It was a magical moment and one I shall treasure in my memory. [/QUOTE]
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