Belgrade Bully

I'm going to keep Belgrade brief since, again, we have no pictures to accompany our thoughts on Belgrade. Why no pictures, you ask? Because like Mark said, we were coming off a week of beautiful Croatian coastline like the picture of Dubrovnik here. (Yes, I'm cheating, I know).
We arrived in Belgrade to ridiculously hot weather. All of Europe was in a heat wave but I'm convinced we were at the epicenter. So that didn't help our sight seeing efforts on the first day. Day 2 we went to Belgrade's very nice citadel turned park. I'd show you pictures, but I forgot the camera that day. Hmmm. We had a fantastic traditional Serbian restaurant with a very untraditional name of "?"
What the hell. Is this Vegas? But, the goulash was to die for. But you don't need a picture of that either.
The other highlight of our stay in Belgrade was Mark's fight with the night janitor at our hotel. Again, I didn't have the camera to record the event for posterity. Short version: night janitor (or something, we weren't exactly sure who he was) got mad that we had the computer plugged in. He started yelling in Serbian and pointing at our cable and practically ripped the cord from the wall. Now, as you all know, Mark is usually a very even keel guy, with a sweet temperament. What some of you may not know, is you don't touch Mark's electronic/computer/cords attaching to any said electronic or computer device. It is funny really because, usually Mark does not fully utilize his athletic build and 6'7" -ness. That's nice guy Mark. But when necessary (as in the case of Serbian janitor man starting in on us)... Mark has the ability to swell to the full potential of his size. Any guesses on who won this bilingual fight?
What does all this have to do with Belgrade? Not much. But we left for Bulgaria next... and we've got the pictures to prove it.