Count Us Out #71

Allegra and I could watch no longer and huddled on a log at a discrete distance. Horror story over we crept back chastened into the van, not a word spoken, and retook the road. There was no peep from the hippies who, thoroughly spaced out, were entirely unaware hours later of the emerging silhouette of monstrous bleak blocks of soulless flats that loomed as daybreak beckoned on the outskirts of Belgrade.
On the pretext of searching for a good breakfast at a refuelling stop we took our leave and cut short what should have been the ride of a lifetime