Our beginnings betray our ends...or some shit like that.

I have a confession to make.

Marek doesn't know about this blog yet. Or the fact that I am going to celebrate the much loved and hated former President of Jugoslavia, Josip Broz Tito by including an old photo of him in this post. He may be dead, but he's still my mate, orright? He also strangely looks a little like my grandfather... Speaking of which our first stop in Europe will be Belgrade, the capital of Serbia, to visit my grandfather and other relatives there. (A segue Marek would be proud of)

Unimportant odds and ends must be completed before tomorrow afternoon, like packing bags and buying travel insurance. At least I got this blog set up for us! Priorities.

And here's a picture of the area my grandfather lives in, Novi Beograd, just south of the old city (centre in this photo). Excite.

Our flight is leaving 1645 tomorrow FYIWTFBBQ(No Sven, just no). But first, dinner with the crew so they can finally get rid of us.

Bok.