Hotel Bristol Tirana

... army to various victories against the Turkish empire. <br>On the road from the bus station (stop) there is a street of wooden shops (that ironically looks very turkish and was selling predominantly turkish goods!).

... kleiden sich sehr westlich, man sieht we***** Kopftuech** als in Deutschland. Und alle 100m gibt es ein Casino.<br><br>Morgen geht es dann weit** gen Norden, sollte morgen Montenegro **reichen. Liege ganz gut in d** Zeit, kann v**mutlich einige Staedte an d** Kueste besichtigen, Inshallah.<br><br>Gruss<br>Ralf <br><br>P.S.<br>Dachte d** Pauschaltourismus ist noch nicht hi** angekommen, ab** im Nationalmuseum lief doch glatt eine deutsche Reisegruppe h**um.<br>

... out no real fuss at all. When I went through immigration I asked for them to stamp the visa on a near complete page and she just stamped right over a existing stamp, sounds good to me as long as they don't take up spare pages just with one stamp I am happy! I managed to jump on a bus that was just leaving for Tirana and managed to grab some food. It is really hard when traveling to buy healthy food all the time, I must of eaten more choc croissants during my trip ...

... I was sitting on. I went over to a nearby bank and managed to get some Albanian lek. Ok, so I wasn't overly tired, I knew where on the map I was and I had some local cash- that's how days should start in foreign cities. By the time I left the bank the city was well and truly alive and Skanderbeg square, with it's poorly defined traffic lanes had become the endless maelstrom of ****** vehicles and Italian-registered Mercedes (all of ...

... still make the effort to include them. I'm somebody who travels on their own the majority of the time so I know how lonely it can get sometimes. When you are traveling the world you're experiencing and witnessing some incredible things and it's wonderful, but every now and then you see or do something that you would love to share with someone else. For me a prime example would be when I went to the Grand Canyon. I was trekking there for a week and it was immense, the sheer size of the ...

Day two of my journey to Romania brings me to Tirana, the capital of Albania. This would have to be the most difficult day of travel I have had. It took me 9 hours, 4 different buses, and I covered only 120 miles! Luckily my friend Lisa who had been living the past year in Albania gave me the lowdown on every single bus change in every little podunk town I came to, which is something you don't get from the Lonely Planet guidebook, largely due to the lack of travel information ...

... up people wanting to go to Tirana. As we climb into the mountains, I meet my fellow travellers: a husband, wife, and baby, and five teenagers with an affinity for Green Day, headed to the capital for a weekend of partying. We swing along windy mountain roads, past numerous gravestones, looking down at sheer drops and gorgeous scenery while singing "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" and "American Idiot." Conveniently, I have told them I'm Canadian. At the nice Tirana Backpacker's ...

... that day, after having started in Montenegro around 8am. But our day was far from over. Again, the transportation system in this country is totally unorganized to anyone other than a local. We struggled trying to find people that spoke enough english to point us in the correct direction. On top of that, Alex realized that he left his cell phone on the bus we had just gotten off of, so he ran off after the bus and luckily was able to chase it down and get the ...

... just finished her first year at uni, spoke v.good English. The band played until about 10pm, giving their Christian message at about 9:30- by which time most people had left unfortunately. They did seem to impact one guy though, who went to speak to them after the concert. Tonin had been elected translator throughout, so he (and therefore us) had to stay for them to finish. I was exhausted and just wanted to get home, but had to wait. It was too late to go to a restaurant- the rest of ...

... car so that they wouldn't get blood on it. Stolen cars are very popular in Tirana, and nice ones can earn someone quite a profit. We were in a new Volvo. They just saw dollar signs. We were lucky as a convoy of other cars started down the road towards us. The police saw them coming and hurridly waved us on. Can't have witnesses, you know. Inside Tirana was interesting. There was a river where the city ...