Hotel Ambasador Bitola

... Als Tourist hat man dies alles fuer sich. <br><br>Philip II, Vater von Alexander dem Grossen, gruendete nahe Bitola die Stadt Heraclea Lyncestis die bis in die byzantinische Zeit eine bedeutende Stadt war, im 4 Jahrhundert auch wichtige christliche Stadt wurde mit einer Basilika, von der heute noch gute Bodenmosaike erhalten sind. Die Stadt wurde dann von den Goten und erneut von den Slawen gepluendert und verfiel dann.<br><br>Gruss<br>Ralf

Hallo zusammen,<br><br>anbei noch einige Nachtaufnahmen aus Ohrid. Endlich weiss ich, dass ich mein Trauma vom Raubueberfall ueberwunden habe, wenn ich durch eine dunkle osteuropaeische Stadt wandere:-) <br><br>Gruss<br>Ralf<br>

... etwas ueber ein Drittel ist Mazedonien, der Rest liegt in Bulgarien) und blockieren Mazedoniens Versuche der NATO oder EU beizutreten. Und es gibt eine recht grosse albanische Minderheit, was ebenfalls fuer Reibungen sorgt.<br><br>Die beiden beruehmtesten Mazedonien sind Mutter Teresa, die einer albanischen Familie aus Mazedonien entstammt und natuerlich Alexander der Grosse. <br><br>Mazedonien versucht den ...

... Before heading out for some exploration, Craig called to confirm the taxi ride reserved in advance for tomorrow. Valentina, a native of Bitola and an online embassador for Bitola tourism, had offered advice on contacting taxi drivers and a host of other helpful information.<br><br>The main street in Bitola is called Marshal Tito Street, a very walkable pedestrian friendly zone. Along the walkway are reminders of Bitola's ...

... de Francfort entre deux vols (miam miam, les Wurst et Sauerkraut allemandes), on a fini par atterir a Bitola a 3 heures du mat'. Pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas la FYRM, plus communement appeleée Macedoine, c'est une ex république yougoslave ou Alexandre le grand naquit voilà 2300 ans. Sa capitale est Skopje, mais la ville la plus importante est Bitola, mondialement connue pour avoir vu naître Marija. Quelques spécificitées du pays : 1/4 de la ...

... 19th and early 20th century architecture, disturbed here and there by some truly tasteless 1960s behemoths. The north side of town is distinctly more Turkish in character, looked over by several mosques and centered around an old, yet still very much active bazaar. The suburbs and the industrial areas around the bus and train stations are considerably less attractive, but that seems to come with the territory, ex-Yugoslavia and all. I originally had it in mind to ...

... musicians marching behind a family whose father was carrying a lamb to offer to the church. Again, not sure what the significance of the ritual was, but it certainly was interesting to watch. Overall, Ohrid is a pleasant place to while away, if not overwhelming in its historical attractions. It's a bit different than I expected and certainly not the architectural preserve I thought it might be. Somewhat more confusing is how few fellow backpackers and ...

... Gospel of Jacob must have been a favourite here, for its stories adorn the walls. All these we learned from a Ph D candidate who was possibly also named Maria. Her real name has been lost in the synapses of my mind. She speaks English in a Slavic metre and very loudly. Perhaps it was the setting and the echo of the walls, or the air may have been too fresh to properly conduct sound, but whatever it was some of the story was heard only by the walls. Sveti Maria's church was ...

... he was not officially a monk yet, but an Orthodox version of an acolyte. His outfit was a black hat and a long black robe that reached his feet. His beard has grown down to his chest. To officially become a monk, he said it could take him 10 years. He's working at being a monk. Or something like one. Normally, that is a life of solitude, obedience, worship and labour. It's become harder with to the number of tourists that the monastery has this year. Karlist has ...

... but if we went with these two boys in the army, it would only be 1 K. We went with them. They took us through an army base. We had armed escorts !!!!! It was so quick. I don't even think that it was a K. And then there it was. The border gate was calling us. So we made our way over and was stamped out of the country Now, if you ever see a 1997 Lonely Planet Eastern Europe on a shoestring trying to find its original owners, you will know that is ours, and could you please return it safely