In Serbia I hurt Hajji

Hey hey,
Wow, the last week or so in Serbia was out of control crazy! Exit fest was madness, the music was okay, nothing to really write home about. But Prodigy played on the last night to a crowd of over 45 000 people, I almost lost my shit and had to get the hell out of the crowd! It was intense! The campground was full of young brits filled with piss and vinegar, the festival was in a cool old fortress and the Serbs are super nice.
So we left Novi Sad on Monday and headed to Kossovo, we soon realized the main highway to Kossovo disappeared, as the Serbs no longer recognize them, so we got on some random back roads to a country we shouldnt be going too. Eventually we were thouroughly lost and in a small Serbain town late at night, we stopped and decided to spend the night. Then we heard a honky-de honk of a car and a large smiling Serbian man was saying hello. He recognized from Exit fest, as the Hajji was quite famous. He welcomed 8 of us into his house in this town, his whole family welcomed us with open arms. For two days they fed us, bathed us and gave us a warm place to sleep. Unreal hospitality, by far the nicest people I have ever met in the whole world, hospitality that we have no concept of in North America. Milan, is his name. The serbs talked us out of going to Kossovo so we headed south to Macedonia. Milan came with us and thank heavens for that! We ran out of diesel near the border, had to hitchhike to a gas station and fill up enough to get us to the gas station. We filled up, spirits were high and we would soon be in Macedonia. That is until Addy took the wheel of the Hajji... On a single lane highway in Serbia, I shift into third and the van goes wild! Its like the gas is being floored, the engining is revving so friggin high, sounds like the engine is going to explode, nothing I do will stop it. The Hajji fills with black smoke and the crew goes wild! I slamm on the breaks and turn off the engine and take out the key, the van still is going crazy and we are all certain the engine is going to blow... The crew opens the side door and bails, there was so much smoke they couldnt see the jagged metal guard rail on the side of the road, several crew members bashed their legs up real nice. I stayed with the Hajji till the end, along with a sleeping Marcus...
We thought Hajji was dead, towed her to a gas station, it was certain we need a new engine! I just ruined a trip for like 8 people, I was at an all time low, feeling like major garbage. Luckily, we started the Haj, rev'd her up and took her for spin! Miracle, she was resurected! Was running fine, we hopped in and were on our way! Needless to say I will no longer be driving the Hajji....
After a celebration dinner in the capital of Macedonia we head to a place called Ohrid, where we are right now. Outside the capital we were pulled over by the coppers. 300 Euro fine for not having our head lamps on... Luckily Milan was able to bribe the crooked cop... after much deliberation amongst the crew, we couldnt agree on what to do, pay the fine, bribe the cop or run for the hills.... He got tired of waiting and just sped off down the highway! Miracle!
So we rolled into Ohrid late at night, no place to stay, so as the crew crammed into the Hajji for a nights sleep in a parking lot, Benny and I snuggled up on a grassy knoll in the parking lot for the worst night of sleep ever, had ants crawling on our faces all night, Benny slept like a dream....
So then we got to a really nice campground with a nice lake... very chill and relaxing. And super hot, I think i saw a sign saying it was 40 degrees...
Anywho, leaving for Greece tomorrow...
On our way to Turkey...
Fly to Amsterdam on the 31st,
Fly home on August 3rd, back into the arms of my lover....

Addy in Macedonia