How far would you go for a good beer?
I have motorcycled, completely drenched in rain, through Thailand’s tropical storms, evaded police at the Polish-Ukrainian border, biked up a mountain deep in the Costa Rican jungle, and escaped a bar full of angry Czech nationalists just to drink any beer that’s better than industrial lager.
Now, in Serbia, I trekked up a muddy, lonely mountain to find an elusive homebrewing festival called the Fruskog Gore Pivski Marathon. In English, here’s how to survive the Fruska Gora Beer Marathon.
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