Ziveli!

I've just returned from a fantastic few days in Serbia feeling well and truly liberated.

It's thanks, mainly, to my good natured travelling companions and, of course, the unfaltering spirit of the Serbs.

I knew the trip would be exactly what I needed to give me that kick up the jacksy and it didn't disappoint.

I ditched my mummy cap on Wednesday for a whirlwind adventure to Belgrade and beyond and, despite my tiredness to the point of nervous breakdown, I'm definitely feeling a new lease of life.

The past week has seen me meeting the country's Crown Prince, performing the national dance, wine tasting at an undisputedly unique - if not a little smelly - rural holding and, above all, laughing and really living again.

It's pretty much down to my new-found friends and fellow journalists - an eclectic mix of creatives with a portfolio of idiosyncrasies to match - who helped to restore my faith in just about everything.

From Russell, our very patient and laid back chaperone, to intrepid Will, who is possibly one of the best journalists this side of Wall Street, my press trip comrades have been amazing.

Think reality TV's Come Dine With Me Serbia style without the point scoring - erm, and cooking - and you've got the idea.

After sharing many a table and traditional European custom with them, this crowd have been a great bunch and I consider myself lucky to have met them.

Saving me from more Bridget Jones-esque moping wasn't in their itinerary, but they joined me on the journey all the same.

And so I say to them (hopefully not for the last time),"Ziveli!"