Rubbing Shoulders

Everywhere you look in Prishtina there's diplomats, UN personnel, young entrepreneurs, models (well they should be) and oh yeah I forgot to mention, DIPLOMATS! All joking aside, it's an amazing city when it comes to meeting some interesting characters.

So the weekend came around again and I started the Saturday off with watching a bit of the Man U game, some SA Rugby and more importantly the Ryder Cup.  Casual drinking and eating some decent pub grub all afternoon with Declan and his was the calm before a more interesting/top brass experience later on.  So Chris and Steve joined at around 10pm, C&S on the tequila's and B52's in Paddy O'Brians.  After Johnny Cash started on the speakers a change of pace and thus scenery was needed.  We headed to a bar/shack round the corner and were immediately met with a completely different scene.  Perched next a group of run of the mill attractive women of Prishtina celebrating someone's birthday we had the view and more importantly we had the music; house and electro coming from everywhere supplemented by the standard MTV on a flat screen on mute.

So I order a couple of beers, a few more drinks, go next door to grab a water, rehydrate, public urinated then back in to pay the bill.  Well that's what I thought I would be doing until C turns round as says, "no need mate, out with one of our clients and his mate, all expenses covered for tonight."  It turns out that all expenses meant walking into anywhere we wanted, having a "reserved" seat at every place and not having to cloak anything; the bouncer closely guarded my bag.

Peppermint was next on the agenda, underground off the Mother Teresa Boulevard and looks wise pretty reminiscent of a mid-market London club.  The real surprise came when the bartender plonked a bucket of Ice and a bottle of Remy Martin cognac in front of us.  Result.

After Peppermint came Depot, same stories on the entry and "prices" but this time, a few vodders down and raring to go, Prishtina was ready for some dance moves of pure tekkers.  Actually...well... it seemed not so.  Fairly disappointed with the lack of local creativity on the dance floor we headed back to our area to be pleasantly met by a girl sounding like she lives in the Sugar Hut (Slut for short).  Even more surprising was the fact that she was born and raised in Prishtina and was Albanian Kosovan!  Although she had lived in Essex for 11 years.

Boom, club DONE (said in a Gordon Ramsey fashion) and time for a taxi home stopping on route at a quality little pizzeria for an early breakfast.  Back in the cab, munching away and being entertained by the Albanian Danny Dyer and his Mercedes A class.  Back indoors at 4am.

Next day = mong/fester/steak sandwich and MOTD.

Another weekend in Prishtina completed, lets hope this one throws a few characters along the way, I'm sure the city wont dissapoint!