The agenda for Saturday was to do some washing (now I have some other clothes to wear after Austrian Airlines finally gave them back), find one of the bigger supermarkets which might have meat, unlike the minimarkets, and do some exploring.
First task failed because the washing machine didn't work. Most of the technology in this house is supposed to work, but rarely does. I was glad to have internet working and managed to minimise the washing and do it in the bath, remembering as I did it my mother's refusal to have one on the grounds that standing on her head over the bath pounding the washing was a good form of exercise. No rain so at least I could hang it out when I had finished.
Then I walked into town looking for the supermarket I had seen somewhere. On the way I admired the large villas (mostly unfinished but inhabited all the same) with beautifully tended gardens of flowers and little orchards. Interspersed were many minimarkets and internet cafes, plus ramshackle old sheds made of corrugated iron or what looked wattle and daub. At one point a truck was blocking the road while it delivered a cow and its calf. We really could have been in a country village.
Nearer one of the main streets, the road became the preserve of small tailoring shops with sewing machines in the window, dry cleaners, and miscellaneous metal shops with old motors and tools in the window. I guess they could fix anything. But no supermarket.
Eventually I found it in another identical looking street. It really was quite big, but had no fresh meat, only frozen lumps of chicken and turkey which were not very appetising-looking. I came out with things to make hot dinners quickly: cans of beans and tomatoes, herbs, low fat milk, and German feta cheese. Not really so successful!
There isn't really a central market in Pristina, or at least I haven't heard of one, which is a shame because I really enjoy wandering round them looking at the local products which are so colourful, and are not at all the absolutely standard vegetables you see in any European supermarket thanks to the standardisation of the EU. It's also a great place for people watching. The old men in Kosovo still wear what I have to call Turkish hats for want of a better name. They look just like white flower pots only with a domed top like beehives in some countries. No photos as I forgot to bring the camera.
So I went to the local shops and got some really nice pears and plums plus a lot of spinach forgetting that salad is not really sufficient now. Everything costs 1 Euro a kilo like in Greece, but I think that's just the price to stupid foreigners who can't haggle.
By then I was so cold I didn't bother with exploring but just stayed in trying to get warm and drinking endless tea and coffees.
In order to catch up with the Sudoku craze in England I tried the CD that came with last weeks Sunday paper, but found I was getting nowhere. Sloph manages them without any problems but they seemed to be beyond me. But then after some googling I downloaded a proper programme to do them, which had pencil marks and checking plus undo. I quickly got up to Extra hard level. Now I'm bored with them.
Sunday has been supposedly for work, but was distracted by chatting to the Canadians who just arrived and their attempts to get the TV to work. No luck so far, but they have an idea how to do it which is more than I do.