"In the end, a passing motorist stopped to ask if I needed a lift, so I hopped into what I thought was simple hitchhike. In fact, he said in simple English after we were already driving away, he was an independent taxi driver who asked for Ден200. That’s still less than a licenced driver, but it was a sneaky method of catching fares. He’d lost his job in the fallout from covid and was undercutting the taxi companies until something changed. He was playing what I assumed to be Macedonian pop music on the radio, and he hummed along to the bombastic beats along the way. The date on the dashboard said 1/1/1997." - North Macedonia 2021 Part 4