The screech of jets screaming over head, children crawling all over multi million euro fighter jets.
Hot dogs and tarmac sizzling.
Smoke plumes trailing through the air.
The search for a place to park in the town which lies some 20 km to the north of belgradestreets.
Overcrowded buses, cars and motorcycles mixing with the thousands of people making the long march back to the town.
Note to self; next time I park my car in a town which is unfamiliar to me, make a note of where I left it.
Still the walk around Batajnica was enjoyable, despite the heat.
Every four years (I think) this transformation takes place as the airshow comes to town.