Our introduction to Kosovo is a nice “Welcome to Kosovo” from the border guard, who seems genuinely pleased to see there are two foreign tourists on board the bus. Our bus is not going to Pristina, the capital, but to Peja, a city in the west of Kosovo. From there we will transfer to a local bus to Pristina. But first, importantly, we must get lunch. After a bit of a walk around town and the overhyped bazaar, (only a short walk, we are fully loaded with backpacks), we find our destination, a place called Tiffany’s, where we have “Lunch at Tiffany’s”. It’s very good, we had pasta which was too big to finish but only cost €2.50, and some local cheese which did cost a massive €5. Still this town is supposed to have some of the best goat’s cheese on the planet, and it was excellent.
The transfer to Pristina was OK, with the main thing being that it was relatively straight and flat. Unlike its neighbour, Kosovo is a much flatter country, which is good because at this stage I think we are mountained out. As we approach Pristina we notice something else which we haven’t seen in Montenegro, traffic. It’s actually quite bad. But the town does look a lot livelier than Podgorica was.
We get to our lodgings, which for the first time since Zadar we have booked in advance, this being a much larger city, at about 6.30. We check in and get ready to go out looking for somewhere local to buy some food. This has been our longest day of travel so far, with 7.5 hours on the two buses so we are already tired. Which is just as well as the whole neighbourhood is plunged into darkness with a power cut, so all we can do is crash, and grad a late snack when it comes back on about 9
Was there an arsenal supporting, abba fanatic rabbit running that restaurant?
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