My Scariest Road Trip

My scariest road trip was late in the afternoon of Easter Saturday in April, 1999. Roland Sewell and I had just been up to the Albanian border to bring relief to the flood of incoming Kosovar refugees. Roland remained there distributing bread, sausages and essentials, while I returned to Kukes in the truck, carrying a refugee family in the back as well as the remnants of the food and supplies which we were going to bring to refugees who had already reached the relative safety of Kukes. I’m trying to record a commentary on what we are doing while I’m scared out of my mind. The driver and his mate weren’t at all fazed, however, and that was a very good thing.