Seriously, I thought they were dog tracks. Anyway, the wild boar whose access to the water I was blocking with my tent wouldnt let me get any kip. It circled my tent and dug al night, on the beach right in front of my tent for truffels. Apparently they were fresh out. I didnt get to sleep as the furry pig made a lot of noise whilst performing its delicate task.
Anyway, in a strong current I arrived at lunch in Apatin which is a super modern place and at their kayak club they lent me a bike to do my grocery shopping.
Reaching the holiday village of Bogojevo, sitting in my Kayak I innocently asked some people up on a terrace for somewhere to eat. Fifteen minutes later I sat in my Sunday best (presently a Tshirt and combats) in the local village hall at their thanksgiving festivity. Surrounded by fourty people, my new German speaking friend to my left, the wife of the mayor or agricultural director - anyway the guy in charge... to my right. It made for a very entertaining evening. Soon as the veterinarian arrived the shot glasses came with him. I was soo drunk that evening, plus all the good food - and not a penny to pay.
After the event George invited me for a drink down the road and when we got back to his place their was coffee on the terrace with the fine folk from the party. An early night was out of the question. I just cannot stop marvelling at how hospitable these people by the banks of the river are.
