After days of trying to get back into Serbia, today we met with a resounding NO. For the third time we drove to the border at Kumanovo, walked across to the Serb police control, and this time they took our passports and spent ten minutes pouring over them, getting our hopes up. Then one fellow told us, again, no. Carlotta went through her whole spiel in Russian, how we’re cleared by the ministries in Belgrade, how the embassy in Skopje confirmed that our visas were still valid. The guy smirked and said, “no, they’re not.” She said, “yes, they are.” “No, they’re not,” he repeated, smiling, and pointed to the passports. We opened them and saw gigantic ANNULE stamps on our visas. So it’s back to square one, a total hose job through and through.