As we approached the Romanian-Serbian border this morning we had the usual discussion as to whether we would join the line for cars/buses or the line for trucks and how would the border staff respond to us being in the car lane.
For the Romanian exit we chose the car lane and as we pulled up to the immigration booth an officer appeared and started furiously waving us away, pointing at the truck lane. A few minutes later after I had got down from the cab, and told him it was a camper he and a handful of his colleagues were keen to look over this obviously unusual beast. One of the more senior officers even wanted to sit in the driver seat. So after some conversation and a quick stamping of our passports we were on our way.
At the Serbian entrance station the young lady on duty in the kiosk took our passports and then, while I waited at her kiosk, went with Nina to inspect the inside of the truck. Returning she smiled at me and said "can I come with you".
By this time a couple of the more senior officers had appeared and gave the vehicle a slightly more thorough inspection. But the whole process was over within maybe 10 minutes.
Our GPS had indicated a camping ground on the north western side of Belgrad on the banks of the Danube River, (spelled Dunav locally) but we had no other information about the place. So after a somewhat tense drive right through downtown Belgrad and a few navigational misadventures, and then a drive down a narrow country lane seemingly to nothing we were delighted to find a sign for Dunav Camping, the gates open and two other campers parked inside. Intermittent wifi, hot showers (in one of their cabins), electricity and a helpful English speaking manager made the place welcome.