A man who apparently stopped going to the dentist long before Tito died gave us an impromptu tour of this site in Turkish. The absence of teeth does not help my understanding of the language. Still, he was as jovial as the nun we met earlier and it's the thought that counts.
Priştina is appropriately proud, Prizren, an impressive prize... (Balkan peregrination, part 1) November 15th 2008 In retrospect, I guess it's a good thing that I still haven't learned how to say "no." When Matt asked me to join him for a visa run to the Balkans, my one condition was that we go as far as Kosovo. The time-spent-on-buses to overall-duration-of-trip ratio was ridiculously high - read: 4 nights on buses, 2 nights in actual beds, and no less than six border crossings. Although it was grueling, i ... read more
