Yesterday I needed to take my car to Mitrovica. It took me a reasonable five minutes to get it out its space and head towards the exit, only to find my path completely blocked by a small silver Peugeot. No phone number on the dash, no response to my honking. I gave it a good twenty minutes, tried to get some police interested in my cause, and waited more.
Finally, a couple of passing bodybuilders took pity on me and simply lifted the car out of my way. I'm not kidding. That story is true.
But the really remarkable part of the story is that it didn't even occur to me to photograph this event. That's how accustomed I am to moronic parking.
Probably you are too. Still, it's worth noticing just how much you get used to sometimes: water shortages, electricity cuts, and morons, morons, morons. Got a great Kosovo parking moron you want to submit to our blog? Send your photo to kosovo.travelogue AT gmail. At the end of the year we'll pick the winner from all submissions and buy you a nice cold beer.
