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GUCA FESTIVAL III
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Thomas, Lisa, me, and about 200 cobs of corn. NEPNEP translated into the Latin alphabet is apparently PERPER. Hope that clarifies things. |
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The morning after we were treated to a noontime concert and some grotesquely overpriced drinks. Here is where we learn that Lisa (who may be paying them to get lost) can fit into her double-bass case if it will get her a free cruise. I have it on mini-disc, honey, so you can't run for office. |
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Our favorite bar and bartender, despite the '50s tunes. Late at night this place was packed with people doing traditional Serbian dances and wondering what the hell I was doing in their country. |
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While everyone but we ladies were standing and sitting around watching Markovic's orchestra, this guy was dancing up and down the aisle, so I had to meet him. His name, Ljubisha, means Love, but as you can see from the photo below, we all guessed it meant nice pecs. |
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Wouldn't you know he was staying with family two doors down from our host. They made Alisha and me an amazing vegetarian lunch of all homegrown stuff. They also showed us some Serbian dance moves and how to fit three grown men into a kiddy pool. |
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These were falling from a paraglider (I think) in the sky all weekend. A flyer advertising the festival. Which we were already at. Which was also free. Communist-era marketing strategy? |
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