The timeline to yesterday’s photo-story. 5:10 The alarm goes off. Not feeling fully rested but not totally destroyed either 6:10 A minibus (I’m starting to dread these) picks me and a fellow traveller up at the hostel. For the next fifteen minutes the driver makes his route through the city, picking up two or three more passengers. The city reminds me of Southeast Asia. It’s the way the buildings look, the small shops, the businesses using half the the sidewalk to display their merchandise or perform their trade.

Left at 6:00, arrived at 19:00 - quite a trip. More details once I have a little more time. [caption id=“attachment_3379” align=“aligncenter” width=“450”] Early Morning Minibus to Koman[/caption] [caption id=“attachment_3383” align=“aligncenter” width=“450”] At the Koman “Port”[/caption] [caption id=“attachment_3380” align=“aligncenter” width=“450”] On the Koman Lake Ferry[/caption] [caption id=“attachment_3381” align=“aligncenter” width=“450”] Arrival in “NoIdeaWhatItsCalled”[/caption] [caption id=“attachment_3382” align=“aligncenter” width=“450”] 25 People in a Minibus from Barjam Curri[/caption] [caption id=“attachment_3386” align=“aligncenter” width=“450”] Pristina Cafe the Morning after[/caption]