Nearly the entire afternoon was spent in the van to Skopje which, we didn’t realize until we asked the many sitting next to us, went via the Kosovar cities of Prizren and Prishtina, which we estimated to be perhaps a couple of hours out of the way. While the bus was far from comfortable, I was elated to be able to add (albeit on a technicality) the nation of Kosovo to our itinerary. The nation, though sovereign, is not admitted as an official member state to the U.N., so it was otherwise not included in our itinerary for the sake of not being an official country. This is not to say that I don’t believe Kosovo is a country. I have a handful of Kosovar and Albanian friends and side with them on the issue. I also acknowledge that Kosovo issues passports and, since 2013, is virtually in control of their own governing systems and should be considered independent from Serbia. Regardless, I made it to the country, and am happy to call it country #36.
Outside Prizren, we stopped in a parking lot where over half of the bus disembarked. We stepped out to take a quick selfie in the light snow, then boarded again to get out of the light snow into the slightly warmer van. From there we drove another hour-and-a-half and arrived in a bus station in the capital city of Prishtina. There, everyone left the van, and those continuing on to Macedonia were separated and brought to a similar van on the other side of the station. We waited there for around twenty minutes, with the breeze blowing in through the open door, and finally pulled out when the clock struck 5. At the border with Macedonia, our passports were taken, stamped, and returned and we were able to reach Skopje by 8 PM.
Victor Bernabei is just another millenial travel blogger. But here's the twist: He isn't a millenial! His goal is to see as many countries as he can, and spread the message that the world is not as scary as the news wants you to believe, and that there is beauty in all people, places and things.