Travelling With Chrissy

After over 8 hours driving through Croatia from Bled to Zemun (just outside Belgrade in Serbia) we arrived in a dark Soviet-esq campsite where the mafia-like owners greeted us with blank stares even when we said hello in our best non expressive eastern european accent. Once we convinced them we were actually paying guests and after asking them where we could camp, they gesticulated with a karate like backhand in the direction of the entire, virtually empty campsite. After driving through the swarm of mosquitoes from the nearby Danube river I made the executive decision to camp next to the only other living campers in the fifty acre campsite, so that if anything happened in the night they would at least hear our screams. It was at this moment when Chrissy got out of the car and got licked by this ferocious looking, flea infested furball, that resembled a pedigree Masai cattle dog, that she asked in a slightly concerned voice "do you think that dog has rabies"? As you can see the next day when we met the dog in the light we saw a flea ridden, apathetic yet attention seeking dog, whose worst affliction wasn't rabies but a habit of dragging it's backside accross the rough grass in a grinding motion (I'm no vet but it looks like an obvious case of worms). Two days later in Belgrade, Chrissy luckily hasn't shown any signs of rabies, but after this narrow escape I am not sure, as you will see from the picture, if she is aware of the expression "curiosity killed the cat"!