Sons of the Black Mountains

The weather forecast for Montenegro was too good to be credible. It was scary. Three metres of snow were predicted for the next two days alone, with yet more precipitation to come during the week. It was the end of January, and we were driving on a brand new highway from Skopje International Airport in Macedonia, through Kosovo. It was a provisional one for that matter, as the provisional country of Kosovo, still pleading for full recognition, is being dug up for an even grander road construction on concrete stilts the size of skyscrapers. It felt like a spring day… Continue Reading