So last Tuesday, I had coffee in Albania. (Who's kidding who? This trip was about crossing borders more than anything else. I crossed the border, got my stamp, and am therefore happy with my Albanian cultural experience.)The tiny corner of northeastern Albania I saw looks pretty much exactly like what I think of when I think of Albania: drab, grey, wet, and generally miserable. Did I mention the dirt roads that are all there is until the superhighway is finished?
The no-longer-in-service coal mine?
And, of course, the Bar Amerika, where we had coffee before heading back to Kosova:
And there are some pretty cool mountains, which apparently we don't climb due to the little landmine problem.
There are also these little concrete foxholes/bunkers everywhere. I didn't get a picture because I'm not big on Taking Pictures of Military Installations in foreign countries, so you'll just have to take my word for it that it was 100% bizarre.
