Rockin’ the Serbian Boat Parties

By Perrin

I know your hearts are beating like jack hammers in anticipation. I had little internet in eastern Europe and I need to catch you up on what I was doing while Sarah was surfing couches France.

I was hostel hopping freestyle, using the last-minute approach to booking bunk beds. One of the best spots we wound up in was Belgrade, Serbia.

Our new Dutch and Canadian buddies giving the city a little hug on our walk to the Danube. Raki liquor will make you crazy.

Dan and I were ready. Our group of new best friends from the hostel hit up a street stand, where we were able to arm ourselves with 400 dinar ($2) bottles of plum Rakija, eastern Europe’s go-to fruit-tinged grain alcohol. We scouted out a fun-looking gang of locals and followed them MacGyver-style. The goal was to find the backpacker holy grail: an insiders-only party venue.

The spot they led us to was about as well hidden as the Taj Mahal.  Under the city´s central bridge, a line of flatbed boats illuminated the Sava River and competing techno beats reverberated through the water. Ballroom-size floors were swaying with young, relatively pretty people. We followed locals aboard the most nondescript ship – the only one that looked like a boat. The DJ played early ‘90s American music all night.

In the end, we felt like rock stars for knowing all the words and singing them with a perfect accent.

Ahoy matey! A young Serbian who claimed he was Bob Dylan.

Not surprisingly, this was a huge pickup spot. At one point, I bent to tie my shoe strap and my hair fell in a curtain around my face. This, the most private moment of my night, was interrupted when a man lifted my hair and peeped his face in next to mine. “Helloooo!” he cooed, clearly excited to practice his English. Luckily, a language barrier is a great way to dodge stupid pick-up lines.

Our group danced until sunrise. It was Tuesday. Yes folks, there is indeed life outside NYC.

Giant food!

But this is where Belgrade really shines: at six a.m., shops are open and selling hamburgers the size of basketballs and beers the size of fire hydrants. What´s more, due to lenient liquor license requirements, coffee shops can liven your coffee with Amaretto, Kailua and/or our family favorite, Bailey’s Irish Crème! I drank an amazing amount of coffee.

Yes, this city facilitates a reversion to college life. But that can be ok once in awhile, right?

Gorgeous view from the party scene

Horsing around in the backyard of Sun Hostel


About sistersbailey

We are Perrin and Sarah Bailey, collectively known as “The Sisters Bailey”. The moniker was born out of a crazy weekend at the 2009 New Orleans Jazz Fest and it was the first time we had ever been referred to as one unit. We grew up in Alexandria, VA together and then separated for college - Perrin to The University of Pennsylvania and Sarah to Northwestern University – and somehow landed together in New York after graduation. It was in the midst of the hustle of Manhattan that we became friends for the first time in years. Somehow we landed jobs in the same industry - Sarah worked in marketing at HBO and Perrin managed creative digital promotions for her media agency’s main client, Disney - just three blocks from one another. One day we decided to leave our jobs, sell our belongings and travel abroad with a backpack and a collective savings of $10K. The stories of our continuing adventures and those of other fearless travelers are here to inspire you.
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