04 May 17
When I mapped out my route through the Balkans, I didn’t think I”d have time to squeeze in a trip to Kosovo. I had read about the awesomeness of Berat and the difficulty of getting through Albania by public transport and thought I’d have to deal with a lot more trouble than I had. Perhaps it’s luck or the great coffee that imbued me with limitless energy but I ended up in Skopje sooner than I had expected which left me ample time for a trip into Kosovo.
Now, what I know about Kosovo is similar to anyone who’s grown up in the 80s and 90s – we’d read the news about Yugoslavia and later followed the reports on the warzone that’s Kosovo. On a trip to Tokyo 2 years ago, I befriended a Serbian who convinced me the area is fine, though troubled. I would have met up with him except he was on a work trip to another continent. Since I did read too about the difficulties of crossing the Kosovo-Serbia border, it seemed like a perfect excuse to drop in without heading as far in as Serbia. (By the way, I’ve been told by Serbians that it’s really no trouble but every accommodation I’ve been in in the area has warnings about crossing That Border. I prefer to err on the side of caution and just not do it.)
There are regular buses from Skopje to Prizen or Pristina with easier options into Pristina. My main destination had been Prizen but I wanted a detour into Pristina because…
…these. While I understand the significance of the Bill Clinton memorial, the Hillary Clinton boutique amuses me to no end. The shop sells various outfits that resemble the ones worn (and covered by the press) by – who else – Hillary Clinton. At the time of visit, there’s a 50% off sale going on and it was just after the elections so I stood by the window and giggled while locals scowled at me.