Relaxing at the historical village (pic by Cat)
Our border crossing from Kosovo was at a tiny little border stop, where there was only us and two girls on foot waiting to be processed. Unlike the other borders we’d passed, we didn’t have to queue, but we also had to get out of the van and be processed individually rather than having our passports processed without more than a glance inside the van to see that we were the correct number of people.
Two Weeks Away 