Hotel Iliria Pristina
Mother Theresa street Pristina, Serbia and Montenegro
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A surreal school reunion
... the scale of caring – the distance that moral concern can travel and retain meaningfulness – can be quite small. The rich man cares about scratches in the paintwork of his Merc, and the poor man cares about the wellbeing of his three goats. Us? We care about getting to Japan and back without being caught in the crossfire between Kosovan and Serbian troops or being imprisoned and ransomed by over-zealous Iranian militiamen thirsty for revenge against the British ...
Vendettas, She-Males, and a Very Strange Dowry
... most people don't have much of an opinion of Albania because they've always kinda kept to themselves and done things their own way. I mean, like all the rest of the countries in the Balkans, larger empires like the Turks, Serbs, Italians, and Greeks have planted their flags in Albania but nobody has ever really been able to tame them. They have an ancient reputation of being a huge pain in the ass to govern so even though they have technically been ruled ...
Brought to you by Lipitor
... y-saved-Lviv-from-rape-and-pillage-by-t he-invaders (probably Russians) to a life sized, circumsized, and ready for action wang. I've got standards and one of those is that I'm not eating any sala that's winking at me. And that goes for Ivan, too.
So anyway, I get back to the hotel from the Sala Museum and Konstantin is cooking up a mess of chicken livers and eggplant. I didn't know him yet, but he had easily enough for two so I got offered to pick ...
Wild Wild West
... peace keepers and businesses in town etc. But that doesn't translate to work for many of the people. So they all are chopping firewood for fuel, heading to the markets for fruit and stuff like that. They are so nice though. You can stop and try and have a chat around the suburbs and people are quite willing to speak to you.
I probably wouldn't have enough to do to come back to Pristina in the future, but it is definitely worth a stop off if you are in the neighbourhood.
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Kosovan Town Fair
... to feel almost awkward asking all these questions about something the Kosovan’s might prefer to forget.
We also asked if they would like to join the EU, of which there was a resounding yes answer given. No surprise there then.
We said our thank yous and goodbyes and made our way back into the town as we wanted to quickly visit a museum which contained images and artefacts from the time of the war. We were running out of town so ...


