My journey back to Kosovo had the regular array of travelling quirks. On the flight between Denver and London I managed to get three seats together although the arm rest between two of the seats was of the immovable kind. I managed to contort myself and get some zzz's. I splurged and spent the night at the Heathrow Sofitel. So expensive. But so very worth it. Plus, I didn't have to either take a super-long bus ride from one of the outlying airport hotels or be gouged for taking a taxi early in the morning. For an unknown reason, I was bumped up to Business Class on my Budapest-Skopje flight, but when I arrived in Skopje I discovered my bag was somewhere else. The bag is currently being rerouted to a flight this afternoon into Pristina (my bag can't be delivered to me directly from Macedonia), and I'll have to figure out whether or not I need to make a trek out to the airport to pick it up. Nobody can tell me whether or not Malev Airlines does baggage delivery in Kosovo. If there is no baggage delivery, Saturday will be my earliest reunion date with my luggage.
Prizren is much the same. It's warmish, muggy, and overcast. Tomorrow I am heading out to a small village about 90 minutes by bus to observe one of my students doing his teaching practise. I'm rather looking forward to that, but the challenge will be dragging myself out of bed at 6:30am. I don't seem to be able to get up before 10 am...the joys of jet lag!
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