From Bosnıa-Herecgovına we pass through Montenegro and into Serbia. The people remain pretty poor, the living pretty much subsistence. The human sprit remains though and we are greeted virtually everywhere. Interest in the maps of our route that Dave had put on our panniers is immense and crowds gather at every coffee stop. In Lescovac tonight – not a very pleasant part of the world. Staying in a hotel that is straight out of a Peter Sellers comedy about Moscow hotels during the cold war. Fittings that fall off, a lift that gets stuck between floors, cold water only, and us the only guests. No tourists come here! The hotel remains State owned and so the concept of service is pretty crude.