Not much happened today—and that, in itself, felt like a gift.
Life along the riverbanks remains lively. We’re still spotting eagles and black storks circling above the water.
The Danube continues to stretch wide, its green banks occasionally broken by striking industrial buildings and old factories. We’re hopping between Serbia and Croatia now, following the river as it winds through both countries.
On board, there’s nothing urgent—just the slow flow of water and time.
