@Infoseepage

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Looking forward to my return visit to see the northern side of the fort. Hope my body cooperates and I can do it tomorrow or the next day. Don't want to chance missing it if the weather changes.
The backside of the gate showing heavy traffic going in to Novi Sad. There is a church in the lower town beneath the fortress. Think it's a St Paul's. There is a staircase that winds up to the fort. Hopefully when I make my return visit, I won't have so far to walk.
The gate had plenty of defenses low down as well.
Coming down off the heights, you make your way back into the lower town of Petrovardin with the fortress looming above via this gate, called the Belgrade Gate (presumably because it connected to the road to Belgrade).
Left via this gate, which is pretty much the mirror image of the river side gate. The pulleys were missing, but the slots for chains were there in this one too, so I'm assuming it also had a draw bridge.
I hope the Serbian government can get together the funding to clean up the south side of the fort and make it safe to explore.
An absolutely huge number of bricks went into the construction of the fort. I took snapshots of makers marks whenever they were exposed. I wonder how many brickmakers groups there were in total working on the project.

The passages are pretty much endless and on multiple levels. Looks like they used wooden ladders between the levels, but the wood is long gone.

I made my explorations brief, as I know there is much more of the same in areas which have been made safe. At the very least I'll make sure my flashlight is fully charged before doing any more exploring.

I did find some unsecured gates in this part of the fort, which has largely been left to the overgrowth.
Pretty much any time you turn a corner or stare down at the end of a straight path anywhere within Petrovaradin, you're in a shooting gallery. I played a game of "where am I getting shot from now?" while wandering about. There was always a little hole somewhere staring back at me.