One slip, and I could never have retrieved the bike by myself. Italian peace keepers wouldn't let me through to Pec. They claimed there were fires, but I was only 7km away, and I couldn't see any smoke. I had to go back, past the logs again, and almost ran out of fuel. I went back to Montenegro, and stayed the night in a small village.
Destruction is wide-spread throughout Kosovo.
Most houses that weren't destroyed have signs of having been burnt. Blown up car, truck and bus bodies are all over the place, and there are plaques everywhere, presumably to commemorate those that died in the fighting. There is a stark difference in the standard of living and services as soon as you enter Kosovo. It is no wonder they were seeking independence. I finally made it to Pec, but the traffic jams there were unbelievable.