Fifteen monasteries into our sixteen monastery marathon and I had been struck down by some bug that had me unable to get out of bed and barely able to keep water down.
We were parked outside the peaceful Grgeteg monastery and all I did for about 36 hours was sleep. But by 6am the next morning I realised I wasn’t feel sick when I rolled over in bed and by 9am I was up, dressed and tentatively eating a banana.
Training was out of the question but we decided to venture out and explore the monastery just to see whether I could manage it


All went well and it seemed that our travels were back on track with only a minor hold-up. We were both very pleased to be out of the truck again.
We drove 20 minutes down the road to the pretty town of Sremski Karlovci, known for its beautiful buildings. It is also in the heart of one of the main wine-making areas of Serbia.
We had booked a wine and honey tasting tour but postponed it when I got ill so today we just planned to amble around


There were indeed plenty of lovely buildings, including the church



And the Karlovci grammar school, the first grammar school in Serbia, founded in 1791


After wandering around for a while we found ourselves standing in a wine shop

Having not eaten for nearly 48 hours, and still feeling rather delicate, I managed only a tiny sip of a white wine and it tasted of chemicals – whereas James managed to try two or three and declared them all excellent.
I was feeling very light-headed by now so we bought a red and a white then headed to a restaurant that had been highly recommended so that I could refuel.
I was very sensible and had pumpkin soup followed by tuna salad. The restaurant was very good but the fact that this seemed like the best meal I had ever eaten probably said more about how hungry I was!
There wasn’t a great deal more to do in the town


So we set off for Novi Sad – the second largest city in Serbia and the administrative capital of the Autonomous Province of Vojvodina which spreads from the northern border with Hungary down to Belgrade.
The history of Serbia is a complex and fascinating roller-coaster ride of power and prestige gained and lost over the centuries. Vojvodina itself retains its own character and history dating back to the 17th century when a large number of Serbs migrated out of Ottoman-controlled Serbia into what was then a region within Hungary. Only much later did that region become part of independent Serbia.
Novi Sad today is a large and busy city with a small but beautiful centre. We intended to visit the centre later but had only come today to do a few chores. We headed straight for Wurth, a high-end automotive tools supplier. There were a few things we needed to buy but they didn’t stock them. We chatted happily with the manager for a while and he recommended a few other places we could try – which, I have to admit, was what we really went in there for!
After dropping our laundry off at a laundrette we drove to a car park near the Petrovaradin fortress on the eastern edge of the city and settled in for the night.
I couldn’t believe my eyes the next morning when I checked the thermostat and found it was 7 degrees outside – some warmth at last! Were we finally turning a corner out of the arctic winter?
We opened up all the doors and windows to give BigMog a much needed airing. James even unzipped the cover of his e-bike to try and dry everything out – it felt good

After collecting our laundry we headed for the Museum of Beekeeping and Winery back in Stremski Karlovci where we had rebooked our honey and wine tasting tour

We started in the museum learning all about bees

As well as the history of the family, who had run an established winery before branching out into honey




We then did a quick tour of the old cellars


Before heading for the tasting room to try six wines and 3 different honeys

All served with bread, cheese and olives

It was a lovely experience and we bought another four bottles of wine along with a jar of honey and a bottle of honey Rakija

We walked across town to another highly-recommended restaurant, this one overlooking the Danube



I got over excited and ordered pork followed by poppy seed cake – I had eaten so little over the last few days I really needed a substantial meal.
The food and the restaurant were both wonderful and on any other day all would have been well. But it was less than two days since I had been ill and I had been over optimistic.
I left the restaurant feeling awful. It got worse and worse until by 1am I was throwing up in a bowl and walking to the far end of the car park in my nightdress to dispose of it. The joys of not having a flushing toilet in your overland truck.
It was freezing cold again the next morning with low mists and rain. Between that and my horrible night, we were both feeling a bit down.
We drove back into Novi Sad and parked up in the fortress car park again. The plan had been to visit the fortress and then go to the old town but the weather was making it all seem very difficult.
We walked up to the fortress itself, suffering intensely with the bitter cold and lack of sleep.
There wasn’t much to do up there and the views were almost entirely obscured

We found the clock tower

But the museum was closed

As was everything else

Although we did manage to get a good view over the ramparts



Instead of carrying on into town, we found ourselves walking rather miserably back to the truck. We had no heart for exploring in this weather and my feet felt like lead.
We sat in the cab wondering what to do. We looked at our itinerary and decided to head to the small town of Bac where there was another fortress and a monastery. It seemed less daunting than trying to navigate a large city.
It was an easy, hour and a half’s drive to Bac and the fortress was wonderful



We wandered around for about an hour



And even found some interesting locals

The clouds were still low but it seemed a little warmer here


We found the remains of a Turkish Hamam nearby, apparently built in 1529 and the only surviving Islamic building in Vojvodina

And the local church was nice


But there wasn’t a lot else to do in the town so we drove down the road to see the Bodjani Monastery – because we hadn’t seen enough monasteries for a day or two!






There had been a small car park near the fortress which looked like a good option for an overnight stay and as it was getting late we headed back to it

When two cars pulled up at 10pm and music, laughter and shouting started we rolled our eyes and expected a difficult night ahead. But half an hour later they were gone. Two other cars pulled up over the next hour but again they only stayed a short time and caused us no problems. By 11pm all was quiet and we slept soundly.
Before we started back for Novi Sad, James wanted to check the rear brakes as it seemed that cleaning all the muck and grit out of them a week ago had not fixed the overheating problem. He was concerned that the second brake caliper we had had rebuilt in the UK was also failing.
With the wheel off, I sat in the drivers seat pressing the brake pedal whilst he watched what was going on. All of a sudden there was a bang as one of the brake lines burst and fluid poured out everywhere.
This was a whole new problem – the steel brake line was very badly corroded and had developed a large hole so could no longer hold the high pressure fluid that makes the brake system work


We were stranded with no brakes in a small town an hour and a half from help

Looking on the bright side, the fact that this had happened whilst we were stationary and just testing the brakes was pure coincidence and saved us from a far worse fate had it happened whilst we were driving.
James was fairly confident that if we removed the damaged brake line then we could limp back to Novi Sad on the three remaining brakes and hopefully get a new one made. But first we would need to source a proper fitting to cap off the removed line and seal the remaining system, otherwise we would have no brakes at all.
It was early on a Saturday morning with everywhere closed until Monday. We were going nowhere for a while

James spent the rest of the day cleaning everything up and assessing the problem



Whilst I searched for a garage within walking distance and tried to find someone in Novi Sad who could make a brake line.
We became a bit of a hit with the locals, many of whom came over to say hello and find out what we were up to.
Sunday was not so productive, we both sat in the truck all day doing admin, reading and getting very frustrated. Between this and my sickness we seemed to have done very little all week.
But two things did happen to make the day a little better than it could have been.
Firstly, as part of my training each morning I lie on my mat doing stretches and a few times I have had locals walking past looking at me a little worried as though they think I might have collapsed.
On this Sunday morning it went a little further. I was lying there stretching when I heard a car pull up. A man jumped out, ran towards me with a panicked look on his face and bent down over me. I sat up and said good morning at which he jumped back and looked confused. He didn’t speak much English but when I smiled and said I was fine he looked relieved but also a little embarrassed. He shook my hand and kept saying sorry but I thanked him for caring and coming to my help. Whether he understood the words or not, I believe he understood the sentiment. He smiled, nodded and went away leaving me with a strong feeling that the people of Serbia have much of the same sense of community and kindness that we so valued in Africa.
The second thing that happened was that a young teenager came over to present us with a wonderful drawing that he had done from the bridge

He was fascinated by the truck and our travels and I think he has a bright future ahead of him.
Monday morning finally arrived and we headed out on foot towards two or three places we had located which we hoped might sell us something to cap off the brake line.
It was going to be a long walk but the weather had warmed up a little so we were in good spirits. We had only been walking for around 15 minutes when we passed a few tractors parked outside one of the houses and saw that it was an agricultural repair place

Tractors and UniMogs are distant cousins so we went in to see them.
The owner and his son, Adam, had admired the truck in the car park over the week-end and soon as they understood our problem they were pleased to help.
It took them less than half an hour to make two caps and an emergency brake line and they wouldn’t accept any money for them


It then took six hours and another two trips back to them for more help but finally, by 3pm, we had a sealed brake system and the wheel was back on. We packed everything up, jumped into the cab and tentatively tested the remaining brakes. It was all looking good. We drove to the small supermarket in the town and bought Adam and his Dad two bottles of wine and then set off towards the city.
Five minutes into the journey we were on a long, straight road so James decided to test the brakes in earnest. He stamped on the brake pedal hard, BigMog lurched to the side that had two brakes instead of one but otherwise all was good.
We arrived back at the fortress car park all in one piece, relieved but exhausted.
It was minus 3 the next morning but we had other things on our mind. We drove straight to a fabricator recommended by our Wurth friend. He had the most fantastic workshop


But could only make a brake line out of copper and we needed steel.
So we drove across town to another place where they took one look at the old brake line, nodded and had a new one made within 10 minutes

We spent the rest of the day driving around the city visiting endless tools, autoparts and hardware stores trying to gather all the things we would need – and not just to fit the new brake line, there is always an endless to-do list when you own a UniMog

And that fact was becoming a bit of a problem. It had started to feel as though our lives were dominated by BigMog and his problems. We were spending all our time in garages and tool shops and James was spending most of his life under the truck.
So the next day we decided to have a day off and actually do some sightseeing.
We walked across the bridge over the Danube and finally made it into Novi Sad old town



Our first stop was the Contemporary Arts Museum. Some of it was great

Some of it less so

And at times it was hard to know what was ‘installation art’ and what was someone’s lunch break!

From there we went to the Vojvodina Museum where there was an interesting exhibition about the history of the fire brigade along with a large exhibition on the history of the region

By far the most interesting exhibits were the three Roman helmets – two of which had been unearthed in 1955 and the third in 2006



They were in amazing condition given they were 2,000 years old.
After spending all morning doing museums and galleries we treated ourselves to lunch at an all too rare Chinese restaurant and were high on MSG for the rest of the day.
To work it off we went to see the first of many very impressive synagogues spread across Serbia

The Novi Sad synagogue was built in 1909. It’s absolutely huge and very impressive both inside and out



The sign on the door said to find the security guard for access inside but we weren’t convinced that the 200 dinars he wanted for opening up was official!

The synagogue was used in the 1940s to hold people before they were shipped off to concentration camps. It is now used as a venue for concerts and cultural events.
The centrepeice of the old town is Freedom Square and this is where most of the beautiful old buildings can be found


Including the Hotel Vojvodina

And Dunderski Palace now turned into an unusual H&M store




We also found the Church of the Name of Mary


City Hall

The Bishops Palace

And St George’s Church

Along with a host of other, unnamed buildings



As we walked back over the bridge we had a lovely view of the Petrovaradin Fortress

But a bitter wind was blowing across the river so we didn’t hang about to admire it for too long.
As we settled back into BigMog a group of young boys crowded around the truck, taking photos and talking excitedly before finally getting up the courage to knock on the door. When James answered, an amused smile on his face, they asked whether he could start the engine for them. As BigMog roared into life their eyes were wide and they gasped in awe.
Our site-seeing over, we spent the next day in the car park whilst James removed the brake line on the other side to check its condition. It was fine and that gave us back some of the confidence we were beginning to lose in BigMog.
James carried out a few other bits of work on his ever-extending list of things to do

But we decided not to put the new brake line on until we could find someone to look at the brake caliper – all the trouble over the last few days had merely delayed our investigations into that problem, it still needed addressing


We decided to drive up to a garage which Google said specialised in Mercedes. We doubted they would deal with truck calipers but hoped they might know someone who did.
When we arrived we found that they weren’t actually Mercedes specialists but they were very helpful. They loved BigMog and we discovered a few days later that they had taken a video of him sitting on their forecourt and posted it on their Instagram page!
They rang round a few places for us and eventually made an appointment with the main Mercedes truck dealer across town for 8am the next morning.
When we arrived at Mercedes for the appointment we thought we were at wrong place as it didn’t look like an official dealer at all, in fact it looked rather abandoned. But eventually the service manager came out of a portacabin and seemed to be expecting us.
He called over their head mechanic who he said was fluent in English, experienced with UniMogs and would be leading the work. The mechanic introduced himself and we broke into huge smiles – he was South African.
It was like meeting an old friend, his Afrikaans accent brought back a flood of emotions and memories and we chatted for a while about South Africa, Namibia and why on earth he was here and not there.
With our bonding fully complete, he set to work on the caliper. He expertly took it all apart and found that the cover had not been put on properly so all the muck, grit and water from the winter roads had got inside, wearing the bearings and o-rings. The whole thing was a mess



He cleaned it out thoroughly and in an amazing stroke of luck, the seal pack we had bought in the UK for the repair of the first caliper had included more seals than we required and the ones that were left were exactly the ones we needed to replace in this caliper. When does that ever happen?

More of a concern were the bearings as those were specialist items. But we were on a roll – they rang round their suppliers and found just what we needed. The manager went off to collect them and appeared an hour later with bearings, grease and a big smile

Everything was put back together and the caliper was now working as good as new. Except that it wasn’t really as good as new, the dirt that had worked its way inside had pitted the parking brake shaft so the caliper’s lifespan would be limited. Everyone was confident, however, that it would easily last until our next trip to the UK where we could pick up new parts.
Whilst the guys worked on the repair I sat in the portacabin and chatted to the manager about the structure of languages which was a fascinating conversation. As we talked his broken English became increasingly fluent and he explained that he used to speak English well but had got out of practice. He said he was pleased to have the opportunity of practising on me and gave us a sizeable discount on our bill as he wanted to make sure that visitors to his country were happy.
We were – very happy and very relieved.
We were even happier that afternoon as we drove out of the city and back into the countryside, heading for the famous and rustic restaurant at Salas 137, frequented by such people as Demi Moore, Nigel Kennedy and Tony Parkinson, amongst others


Whilst we were filling up our water tanks from their outside tap, the owner’s daughter came over to chat. She had a huge knowledge of history and politics and I got a good lesson in how the Serbian people view their country and those who govern them (very positive for one, not so much for the other).
A local couple came up to admire the truck and told us a bit about the history of the owner and the equestrian centre where the restaurant was based. They recommended what food to try and later on introduced us to the owner himself who was another fascinating person to talk to with a life story that leaves you speechless.
And the food was amazing as well!


The food was so good in fact that we had breakfast there the next morning

Before heading off to see Fantast Castle, otherwise known as Dunderski Palace

It was built in 1919 by a wealthy landowner who wanted to create a lavish castle to prove the rumours of his bankruptcy false



It originally had a luxurious interior but was heavily bombed in world war two and then nationalised – most of the furniture and art were stolen or removed


It fell into disrepair before being opened as a hotel in 1983

Today it is abandoned again so you can’t get inside either the main building or the mausoleum


But we enjoyed poking around, it is a very beautiful building

There is little information available on why it closed or what’s going to happen to it, just some vague references to mismanagement and ‘complex’ legal issues. It seems such a shame.
We were still heading north, aiming for the town of Subotica on the border with Hungary. The roads were fabulous – quiet, smooth and wide. Rolling farmland was drifting past on each side and the sun was out

We arrived early in the afternoon and parked up by a large supermarket but it was a 3km walk into the town so we decided to leave it until the next day.
Subotica is renowned for being crammed full of beautiful, Art Nouveau buildings and the 3km walk was well worth the effort






Street art seems to be a big part of Serbian culture and we found a lot of quirky sculptures dotted around



We wandered about all morning searching out the city hall


Raichle Palace

And the Subotica Synagogue

This was the second of the impressive synagogues we were to see and is still a functioning place of worship

The interior was luxurious




We had worked up an appetite with all the walking and found the Boss Café for lunch – another place famous for good food


Our car park was not the most peaceful of places to stay so we walked back to the truck and drove a few miles out of town to the Subotica Lake.
It was cold and gloomy so we decided to leave our walk around the lake to the morning when we hoped the weather would be a bit more cheerful

We were out of luck again – it was freezing cold and the mist was so dense we could hardly see the lake at all

Undeterred, we bundled up and wandered around




We suspected that Serbia is rather beautiful in the summer months and places like this no doubt attract a lot of local tourists.
We had been in the country for just over three weeks and it was growing on us in a big way. Despite the weather there seemed to be an endless variety of things to do here and everyone was incredibly kind and welcoming.
We were also starting to learn that Serbia is one of the safest countries you can visit. We were often told that petty crime is almost non-existent – the chances of having your pocket picked, your house burgled or your UniMog broken into are practically zero. Everyone said that we could park-up anywhere we like, or even sleep on a park bench, and no-one would bother us.
And our experience so far was testament to that – even when we found ourselves parked in a hot-spot for boy racers or drunken gatherings on a Friday night, it was all very good natured and we always felt very safe.
We were loving the beautiful scenery, the fabulous architecture and the warm welcome. We wanted to immerse ourselves in this wonderful country and start getting to know it properly, get out into the further reaches and do more of the exciting things on our itinerary.
If only BigMog would let us. So far he had not behaved himself for a single day since we left the UK and it was becoming a bind. We were beginning to despair and our nerves were constantly on edge waiting for the next problem. What would the next few weeks have in store? Would he ever stop throwing issues at us? Would we actually get to travel for more than a couple of days without having to find yet another UniMog hospital or park-up for days to fix things?
Well, it’s funny you should ask….