Hotel Belvedere Pogradec

Pogradec Center Pogradec, 1233, Albania

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Jimis

A travel blog entry by cariverga

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... 1087;оезд 82;и – я након 77;ц оказа 83;ся в Pogradec, на берег 91; краси 74;ейшег& #1086; озера Ohrid, было уже около ...

4hr one way..2.5hr return...maniac bus driver!

A travel blog entry by foodnut

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Well, every week is an experience in Albania! Considering that Albanian building construction is often not legal or has a good reputation for quality, a 4.8 earthquake in Tirana scared the living daylights out of me (lol..there is some australian lingo left in me!). It felt stronger and scarier than the L'Aquila earthquake I felt last year in Rome - even though it was higher on the richter scale in italy)..it's funny what races through your mind when you feel it...how ...

Adventures in a concrete truck

A travel blog entry by senorbrian

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... how may i help you" turned out she spoke perfect English and then after cutting my meat she came around with me and weight my fruits for me! what luck after several days of no one speaking English to come across this lovely lady, i thanked her 100 times for being so helpful.

so thats my Wednesday i decided to relax the rest of the day and explore the town tomorrow

Welcome to friendly and beautiful Macedonia!

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Valentine's Day without Flowers

A travel blog entry by berniece1979

... of a love one. It was exciting. I totally forgot my pain and loneliness and concentrated on the movie. Time past quickly. It was late at night after the movie finished. Without flowers on Valentine's Day, I enjoyed a great night. I was happy and said goodbye to this Valentine's Day silently in my heart. Many girls like me without a boyfriend sometimes love to stay at home. They watch movies at home; they do Yoga at home and ...

NEXT TO EUROPE'S LEFTOUT

A travel blog entry by modernoddyseus

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I was well aware that, in my writings of the country, Montenegro didn't come off sounding too good.

I only spent twenty-eight hours there.

As I was walking around a quiet town square, between a fountain surrounded by loungers, and the tall towers of a rectangular church, minutes away from my exit to Albania, some boys called me to join them in a cafe. They, in their early twenties, played cards (Rummy) there nearly every day. Some were fat-bellied; ...