On the road again, this time we were headed to Pristina, Kosovo. We had quite the drive ahead of us, so we got started bright and early. Before departing Serbia we made one last stop to a concentration camp in the town of Nis. This was the first time I had been to a concentration camp. The curators opened this to us specifically to our group. The man who guided our tour did not know his grandfather, because he died in this camp. Also, because we were the only people in the camp it felt especially eerie. Lastly, it was sad to see this camp was located right near the city center, so people had to face the constant reminder of the genocide against their people. May all the people who died in this camp rest in peace.
After the stop, we were on our way to our next country (country or autonomous province, depending on your beliefs). On the way we stopped at a quaint little town with a restaurant down in the woods, which served traditional Serbian food, which was absolutely amazing.
We hit the road again, the next stop, the border between Serbia and Kosovo. Here we had to show our passports, our tour guides specifically asked for the border patrol not to stamp our passports, but of course we ended up with a lovely entrance stamp. We had finally made it to Pristina, we put our suitcases down, and then headed to explore the nearby mall. We were far from the city center, and many of us were exhausted so we chose to stay close at the hotel.
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