The first remote-controlled object, a boat, demonstrated by Tesla in New York to the confoundment of scientists who sullied their suits searching in the water for wires leading to the free-floating vessel.

A model of Tesla's first electric motor. Yeah, I know, but it seemed interesting at the time.

In 1999 Serbia was bombed by NATO. The air campaign began to pressure the Serbian army to pull out of Kosovo, which had been unstable since the breakup of the USSR. This is the site of the former Army headquarters in downtown Belgrade which was destroyed

Two theology teachers who invited us to sit down and have a drink one night after we finished playing music.

We joined their large group and talked for a long time. The whole week we've been running into people eager to talk with us, feed us and generally treat us like visiting friends, even though we barely know them.

The local bike repair guy. When Pete didn't have enough money to buy a free wheel, the guy gave it to him for half price. When Pete told him about the bike trip, he tried to give him all his money back.

FBR with Ninet (a neighbor), Ivan (Lela's cousin who provided us with hours and hours of free internet at the family internet bar) and Lela.

During the air raids in 1999, Lela gathered on this overlook with many other young people to watch the excitement. Jets whooshed in and dropped bombs that exploded with an incredible flash and boom, while the Serbian military launched mostly unsuccessful

Lela with a church on the outlook.

In the elevator on the way to Grandma's apartment.

Another meal a la Dobrinka.

Our final meal at Lela's place.

I found this series of graffiti much more refreshing than the typical, mindless billboards one usually sees in cities.

Billboard vs. graffiti. I'll take graffiti any day.

A Belgrade bridge in the sunset.

Another meal with Bina.

Ana, Lela's grandmother, made us treats as well whenever we used the internet at her place.

On the road.

Another meal by Dobrinka.

Lela's friend Olga. She's a professional musician and graced us with a couple of traditional Serbian songs.

Oooops, Ok, THIS is our last meal with Bina.

Guy, a biker from Israel who might be doing our route in reverse. We spent the night with him after we met him while we were playing music in Novi Sad, Serbia.

Deer xing.

A slightly different style of deer xing sign.

Migrating crows. You probably can't see them, but this tree is stuffed with them.

Ground berries? They were growing on vines on the ground. Thanks to their bright packaging, however, it wasn't necessary to wash them. Nature's bounty is certainly keeping our fruit budget low.

Old style well.

The owner of this bakery (left) gave us four pizzas for free when he heard about our trip. The cheerful woman working behind the counter translated.

We met this fellow biker in Serbia. He broke off from his breakneck racing pace and slowed down to ride with us for several kilometers.

Another shirt bites the dust.