20 Nov 2009 - Belgrade (Belgrade Stag Do), Serbia
I must be getting old. Over the last year there has been a rash of friends getting married. If two is a rash. One of the chaps got married on the quick and inconsiderately did us all out of a stag do. Jint, the stag in question on this 'do' elected to bring his missus and her chums along thus also doing us out of another 'do'.
A disastrous start to the trip began with me missing the flight by literally one minute thus also causing Rich to miss out. As it was my error I then paid up for two more return flights (BA would not allow us to return on the return portion of our ticket because we missed the outward flight). I'm glad to say that the flights were with another carrier. When BA's inflexible staff lose their jobs because of militant unions I will be the first to laugh.
We arrived at about 7pm and met Hywel and Nick, two uni chums who I haven't seen for far too long and of course the stag and his brother. Who are these guys? Well, if you weren't part of the merry uni throng then you won't be interested. If you are, then go back to the early 90's and reminisce Exeter University 1992-1995
The night was fairly civilised and began with a meal on one of the floating restaurants on the Danube. Nice food but an egg cup full of rice with truffles can not be expected to keep someone accustomed to a mountain happy. A rip off bottle of vodka (£40!!) was consumed between the aforementioned and the birds before buggering off to a bar/club named Gaocosi which in reality is all the lads wanted to do anyway. F*ck food. A few sideways looks at the beginning of the meal confirmed that suspicion.
Belgrade - Floating on the Danube
Life should be enjoyed in the company of good friends dining on fine cuisine. Or actually it should be enjoyed in murky watering holes, the seedier the better, and food relegated to the sidelines. This is a toast with the rather expensive vodka we bought. £40 for vodka!!!! What's wrong with cheap, brandless fire water that tears the lining off your oesophagus? Seems that our Russian and Armenian lady friends have a particular taste for fine vodka, two words I previously thought would never be used together.
Belgrade - Gaocosi bar, it seems that the stag has pulled
Out on his stag night, gyrating and grinding his groin into some foreign lass, Jint seems to have pulled a result out of the bag. Actually, it's his missus so negative points scored.
Gaucosi is actually a pretty chilled out bar which while busy, isn't UK busy i.e. you aren't packed in like sardines. The Europeans do bars a lot better than us Brits.
Belgrade - Gaocosi bar
A couple of the chaps.
Belgrade - Gaocosi bar, the Grim Reaper minus hood
More beer. More vodka.
Belgrade - Gaocosi bar, Nick and the stag hags
This would have been a good photo if it wasn't for the deaf dude. For Nick's stag do we went to Iceland and that was an all boys affair - just as the fine tradition dictates. Check out the pre-credit crunch Stag in Iceland.
Belgrade - Gaucosi and a thick, Danubian fog
I was surprised by how foggy Belgrade was but I guess that in November with the Danube, one of Europe's major water ways adjacent, fog should come as no surprise. Someone is speaking to a taxi driver whilst I and others find relief behind a car. Such terrible ambassadors for Britain.
Belgrade - Mid way through a good night
Rich as usual ends up over doing it and bends over to attempt to empty the contents of his stomach. This was just outside of our hotel after we returned from Gaucosi and the stag and the hags retired for the night. Not us though. The night was still young. and we eventually didn't return until...no later than 6AM.