The Balkans – Heading South for Winter. Part 2

Albania


Shkoder

After the northern Balkan areas I headed for what was a great time in the country of Albania. From the border I traveled to Shkoder. I went to a hotel that I had read had bikes the guests could use of which I duly obliged. I learnt my one and only Albanian saying from the receptionist, Ore, who told me "'You can't have a forest without pigs"', which meant, basically, always lock up your bike. Went for some nice rides. Visited the nearby lake Skadar, toured around the surrounding countryside and stumbled upon a (locally?) famous bridge, finally admiring the vistas from the 'Rozafa Fort'. While there I also went to the 'Marubi National Photography Museum'. Great collection of 1800's Albanian photography. I really enjoyed this city but the main reason for my stop here was still ahead.

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Lake Koman

I had decided to get another hike in before winter to the aptly named Accursed Mountains. It really should be renamed the Silly Accursed Mountains because only silly Australians would go to these mountains without first checking the weather, after all these are mountains and it is sort of winter, duh. So the night before leaving, with hotels booked and the early morning taxi ordered the rain started. Hmmm, I thought, wonder what's happening with the weather. Rain, rain, rain for the next few days with the chance of snow in the mountains where my hike was. Too late to change plans so I started the next morning with a 2 hour taxi ride, which was good, as it was not raining inside the cab. Dropped me off at Lake Koman, a man made lake that weaves it's way through steep sided mountains. Running through the lake is one of the highlights of Albania, a spectacular ferry ride, which I duly took. Pity about those pesky low lying clouds, and yes, the driving rain. Still, I enjoyed the trip very much and met a fellow Australian, which was extra good, as he gave me a lift at the other end after initial attempts by the local taxis to rip me off. Unfortunately 'tourist' rates have surfaced with the influx of tourists over the years.

Valbonne

I eventually made it to my destination of a hotel in Valbonne, to quite an unwelcome welcome (from the general ambiance it seemed domestic family issues were to blame). The area was beautiful with snow capped mountains and deep wooded forests. The colors of late autumn lighted up the otherwise dreary cloudy perspective. The rain continued. My plan was to hike across the mountains to what I read was another beautiful setting in a place called Theth. I woke in the morning to steady drizzle and was told it would probably be snowing at altitude, possibly heavy snow, so after much deliberation I decided to cancel the hike. Pretty gutted. The atmosphere within the hotel hadn't improved and when the rain briefly subsided I decided to leave, via foot. An adventure followed as the 25km walk to the next town with rain threatening as well as delivering on it's threat made for a great hike. The walk was so peaceful with no tourists and with the highway ending not far from my starting point meant there was very rarely traffic. After being given another offer at 'tourist' ripoff rates I eventually got a lift with a local guide taking other people to town. It is really nice to come across someone not wanting to take advantage of the situation. Nice English speaking guy who would only accept partial the amount I offered at the end. Can't remember your name but thanks!

Tirana

Next it was a bus to the capital, Tirana. Nice city that I really enjoyed. The highlights were the town's main square with all the people and their daily activities on show, and a museum called Bunk'Art. Bunk'Art is situated in a bunker complex built into the side of a mountain by the previous communist elite during the cold war days. Set upon different levels the museum has set up a combination of contemporary rooms showing how the inhabitants lived during it's heyday to other rooms with their 'active' exhibits - such as a room that filled with 'mustard' gas. Really well done. Definitely worth the visit but definitely don't if you get too claustrophobic.

Kosovo


Pristina

Moving on, my next destination was the country of Kosovo and it's capital Pristina. While pleasant enough (upon my arrival I stumbled upon Bill Clinton Boulevard complete with statue and a diplomatic 'Bill' billboard staring down at me - Bill is liked in these parts) there wasn't too much of interest here. Other than the long and wide main shopping boulevard (thought I'd use this word again, why not, seems apt) my main memories of the place were the fact that I replaced my hiking shoes bought in NZ with exactly the same hiking shoes bought here, and, a Mexican restaurant (Restaurant Mexicano) that served food that was so good I could have stayed here so much longer.

(North) Macedonia


Skopje

Following on I went to Macedonia which has since my visit been renamed to North Macedonia (to appease the Greeks). The capital Skopje was an enigma in itself. Parts of the city were affluently decorated with grandiose modern columned buildings flanked by multitudes of huge marble statues while the Turkish bazaar area was is if it had been left untouched for hundreds of years. It was here that you weaved along cobbled alleyways occasionally stumbling upon hidden mosques. Close by the Tvrdina Kale fortress, perched on it's hilltop, commands views around the city. Pleasant city. Enjoyable.

Ohrid

Continuing my southbound quest I caught a 3 hour bus to what turned out to be a highlight, the town of Ohrid. Ohrid is situated by it's namesake lake, Lake Ohrid. This peaceful lake, surrounded by distant mountains affords some great walks and scenic views. I spent time walking along the lake shore, finishing at the 13th century picturesque Church of Sveti Jovan at Kaneo. I also spent a day walking to the mountains and the village of Ramne.

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Greece


Meteora

My next destination was Meteora in Greece. By the way of taxi, bus and hitching I made it to Kozani in Northern Greece the first night followed by bus the next morning to my destination. Meteora is very famous for its many 14th century monasteries that are perched precariously over cliffs atop soaring buttes. Anyway, the pictures can tell the story.

 

Dilesi

My final weeks in Greece and Europe (for now) were spent leading up to Christmas. I had wanted to do some volunteering to help the refugees and found a NGO, Foodkind, that needed someone. We lived in a shared house near a town called Dilesi. Although Greeks come here for holidays in summer it is not a place on the tourist map for outsiders. Noel, one of the volunteers, had previously lived in Greece and knew the ropes. We had many a good night at the pub or one of the local tavernas. Got to know some of the local bar owners who would give us a plate of food as soon as we walked in the door. The food was relatively cheap and oh so good. He had a car so we toured around on our one day a week off. There were some good times had. But, of course, our main goal was to help the refugees. I spent around 3 weeks at two different camps either chopping vegetables, cleaning, distributing goods and organizing/playing sports. It really was enlightening and fulfilling, placing what you already have in perspective to what could possibly happen in the future. Worked with many nice people and met some great people (and kids) whose life has changed with circumstances. I hope they all find happiness, somehow.

The Balkans – Heading South for Winter. Part 1

Well I am starting back on my travels tonight (well I was when I started to write this), after a long 5½ months back in Australia and New Zealand looking after family issues. Been a long stint so unfortunately there are going to be gaps in what I can remember from last November (it's now June).

Slovenia


Ljubljana

After a great 2 weeks in Italy I made my way towards the Balkans. Caught a train from Venice to the Slovenian city of Ljubljana. For a capital city this was one chilled out place. Small, very little traffic allowed in the city center, positioned on a river below a hill with a castle overlooking the city. My main memories of here were the delicious dumplings (of which there were multitudes of fillings and sauces), and going out to a old garrison area, named Metelkova Mesto, that had been taken over by squatters many years ago. Now, on Fridays and Saturdays, many bands converge on the site to hold gigs in the many buildings scattered around. Definitely not easy listening but rather alternative and hard core (really more just hard core). Great night until I lost my fellow travelers and struggled to find my way back to the hotel. Found a good kebab place though.

 

Bled

From Ljubljana I stayed in Slovenia and arrived in Bled. Surrounded by wonderful wooded mountain scenery its claim to fame is the beautiful lake it is situated around and the picturesque church found within, located on a little island. Great place for some short hikes.

Croatia 1.0


Zagreb

Next I left Slovenia and headed for the capital city of Croatia, Zagreb. Once this city was actually two medieval cities separated by a bridge, aptly named blood bridge, with the not too friendly neighbors meeting on it for their not too friendly festivities (city tours, you are a wealth of information!) Now it is a modern city that if you choose poorly has many trams running for what seems all night a few meters by your bedroom window. Oh well, at this stage of the trip, in Europe, many of the rooms I stayed in were dormitories so beggars can't be choosers.

If you are out this way drop into the museum called "'The Museum of Broken Relationships"'. As its name suggests the theme behind this museum surrounds break ups, with stories accompanied by a related piece of memorabilia of some type. My pre-arrival mindset bordered on boyfriend-girlfriend, husband-wife breakups - of which there were many - some sad, some perversely funny. But there is much more to this fascinating place. It will be a long time before I forget the emotions I had streaming through me while reading of a daughter's writings of her mother's suicide and the pain she felt at her particular kind of break-up. Going here was like going to a really good movie with all your feelings jumping all over the place. Highly recommended.

Split

I stayed in Croatia and made my way by bus to the port city of Split. I sort of enjoyed Split, a few nice buildings within the alleyways of the old city. The port area with its promenade was quite nice but overpriced which is pretty stock standard when it comes to having a drink close to the sea. I explored around a bit and kept running into posters on telegraph poles for a punk night which I was really keen for, but alas, it wasn't to be. Instead of bouncing around and slamming like the kid that I'm not anymore, I found the place deserted. Sums up Split, enough potential to be enthused but not sure it really delivers.

Bosnia and Herzegovina


Mostar

Left Croatia and entered the previously war torn country of Bosnia and Herzegovina. They copped it full on during the Balkans war of the 90's, even now the country seems to be stagnating due to ethnic divisions within the political establishment, pulling the country in different directions under the influence of neighboring countries. My first stop was in Mostar where it's famous bridge had to be rebuilt after hostilities ceased. One local who owned a bar was very keen to recount his stories telling me how old wounds cut deep and good friends of his from before the war still wouldn't talk to him, and how the front line during the war that split the town is still an unofficial demarcation boundary where the different ethnic groups and businesses reside on either side. A building named 'Sniper's Nest' sits on this boundary. Many people died from the bullets that were fired from this vantage point and yet it remains in it's original decrepit post war state, with local government refusing to alter it in any way, towering over many people's homes whose lives were destroyed by the bullets fired by the snipers from this edifice. I am not mentioning sides here as I was only told one side of the story, the one by the bar owner. I am sure the other side also have their present day grievances. But what I did learn was that this country still has a long way to go to reach any kind of unity. Sad, but seemingly true.

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Sarajevo

Next I experienced my first signs of winter in Sarajevo, the capital. I was heading south in the hope of making winter a little less cold and Sarajevo reinforced that idea with my first snow. Pleasant enough city which also had a grim time of it during the war years being surrounded by the Serbs and placed under siege. Nice cafes and some pretty buildings and getting around on the trams made for a lot less footwork. 'The Tunnel Museum' was a worthwhile visit as it showed how the inhabitants of the city outlasted the siege during the civil war. Placed at the far end of the supply tunnel you could even walk, hunched, through a section. Many a sore back must have finally exited at the other end but I'm sure that would have been the least of their worries during those uncertain and horrific times.

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Dubrovnik

I re-entered Croatia for the second time, this time the smaller enclave to the south of the main part of the country. You know, sometimes you have just got to accept that you've missed the boat. Arrived at a place way passed it's prime. Got there after the tourists have raped & pillaged the town, so to speak. Hello Dubrovnik. Over commercialized and expensive. Nice looking place with the walled city and magnificent buildings. I enjoyed walking up the surrounding hills for a well earned snack while just enjoying the view. But...in my opinion the place has no soul left and it exists for money alone. I got told off for taking a local bus wearing my backpack by a lady who thought I should rather have caught a taxi. She was quite spiteful. I am sure this came about by the frustration at having to share her 'home' with so many tourists throughout the year. Didn't stop me in telling her where to go.

Montenegro


Podgorica

From my time in Croatia I now continued heading south towards my goal of Greece and warmer weather. I only spent a night in the capital of Montenegro, Podgorica, but it was a night that brought back so many memories of my youth, just by having dinner. You see there aren't any smoking restrictions in Montenegro and there seemed to be oh so many smokers. Astrays on the table, the thick ceiling haze creating a ever sinking fog so that everyone can enjoy, and the smoked smelling clothes the next morning. Yep, reminds me of those bygone days at discos in Australia. Not for the last time in this region my lungs were glad when exiting for that "breathe of fresh air" feeling.