I spent the night in a fab place in Kopaonik and was now ready for the ride through Kosovo. The ride to the border, as I’d discovered the day before, was 20 minutes away. I was enjoying the ride down the mountain, particularly as it had stopped raining, so I was a little taken a back when I saw three army guys on the side of the road with a huge gun (like something you’d shoot an aeroplane down with) and a separate vehicle with what looked like an oblong satellite dish which was spinning around (I was thinking that it was some sort of communication or listening device).
It was so surreal that for a split second I actually wanted to stop and take a photo but thank goodness my sane mind kicked in. All I could think was, ‘if you’re going to shoot that thing make sure it’s in the opposite direction to me’!
Okay, that I wasn’t expecting but now I was awake.
I arrived at the border not knowing what to expect. I had seen from various biker blog posts that you could buy insurance at the border. I had 50 Euros in cash with me. It cost 10 Euros for two weeks. Bargain!
The Serbia/Kosovo border was the friendliest border crossing I have had to date. The border control officers were lovely and again, all spoke English to varying degrees. They also loved Trinity! At a stage there were four of them checking her out. I couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or slightly worried. It turned out to be just fine! What did stand our was that the guys were all lovely but the lady that sold me the insurance was a little grumpy. I’ve experienced that a few times on this trip. It’s been an interesting observation.
Kosovo was not what I was expecting, not that I knew what to expect. The countryside is beautiful, just like Serbia and Montenegro (although not as mountainous as Montenegro). The towns are buzzing, still a little run down, but you can see there is money being invested in infrastructure. The clearest sign of this was a new road being built in a valley as I was approaching Macedonia. It looked like they were building a bridge along the whole length of this valley. It seemed like a very expensive way to build a road but it was impressive from an Engineering perspective. There were a lot of new motorways being built so there is definitely money being pumped into infrastructure. This is good as the roads in the cities, Phristina in particular, were terrible. Their drainage was nonexistent, which wasn’t great as it was bucketing down with rain. There were points in the road that looked like river crossings – it was nuts!
At this point I also realised that my new lightweight waterproofs were firstly, too short as water was coming into my left boot and secondly, not up to the standard of my BMW one’s, which I left at home because they’re much bulkier and I didn’t think that I’d need them. Well, I now have vivid memories of passing cars and trucks spraying water all of me. It was kinda funny, even if I had a wet left foot.
I only stopped twice in Kosovo. The first was to take a photo of a mosque that I liked. They are everywhere but I liked this one. The second time was to fill up with petrol. Kosovo has a healthy mix of traditional and modern petrol filling (gas) stations. It may be the American influence. This was was liked to a hotel (a slightly odd combination) but I knew at least they’d have a clean toilet. It was spotless, albeit a shared bathroom, which was interesting.
I decided to make use of the opportunity to use their WiFi and try out some local items – a banana chocolate bar (the guy behind the counter recommended it) and a grape juice. Both were good. I’ve included my Instagram post of the two below.
I got caught in traffic quite a lot in Kosovo. The roads north of Phristina are single lane and there was a lot of traffic. There was also an accident that held things up a bit. I’m not surprised that happened; their driving is a little nuts. At a point there was a guy in a black Golf that was filtering through the traffic like a motorcycle. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I also saw an armoured vehicle (the only one). It didn’t have any guns though; a downgrade on my Serbian experience. Outside of the above though, it was a pretty easy ride.
Next…Macedonia!
Mel & Trinity 