After the “fun” of riding into Belgrade, we contemplated alternative methods of leaving. But trains in Serbia do not allow bicycles, and the bus system seemed like an iffy proposition at best, so we decided to chance the bridge again. It didn’t seem quite so intimidating this time, being at the beginning of a ride and in the sun, and in no time we were back on the other side of the Danube. The trail initially was on back streets, then made an abrupt crossing over two wooden planks onto the dike trail. I double-checked, but this was the official route. Two wooden planks. O.K. The top of the dike was not the best we had seen, and we were quite happy when we hit the main road near Panacevo. We were making great time, but then the “Official Route” said after Omoljica to turn towards the river, though the main road goes straight to Kovin. I say, “Maybe it’s a nice stretch; they wouldn’t have us go over something unsuitable.” My, what a forgetful idiot I am. After passing through Ivanovo, we again were thrown onto the trail on top of the dike, which proceeded to deteriorate from acceptable packed dirt to not acceptable loose dirt to “all we see is grass, where did the path go?”. This only lasted about 10 miles (Sarcasm!), when we were rewarded with a dried, rutted, bone-jarring route. We got a bit of pavement a few more miles later when we went underneath the expressway, but that was quickly followed by more grass and very close and fragrant encounter with the city dump. Those of you who know me know that I do not curse very often. Well, I found my tongue today. When we finally got to a place to eat, we were not in a hurry to leave. After lunch was thankfully on primary roads again. We passed through Dubaovac just as school was letting out, and it was a great morale booster to have all the kids shouting “Hello!” and “Dobar Dan!” to us as we rode past. We got to the landing at Stara Palanka after another bout with a grassy “Official Route” section, but luckily (or, as John said, unluckily) half an hour before the finale ferry, so we had a beer while waiting. The ride across gave us some stunning shots of the sun setting, and the ride up from the ferry landing in Ram gave our legs some stunning of their own. As we met back up with the river at Zatonje, we had to stop several times because the sky was simply breathtaking in pinks and purples, and we got a bonus rainbow as well. Almost made up for the days trials…almost. We got into Veliko Gradiste as darkness fell, and after some initial confusion as to the location of our hotel, we got to our room and collapsed.