Hotel Green Park Durres
Shkembi Kavajes Durres, 215500, Albania
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Turning Back The Clock Albanian Style.
Disco music thumps, playing early 80's tunes, and gentle waves lap the sandy shore on a totally deserted beach. Well not quite deserted – a bored security guard eyes the beach up and down.
Our group of 27 enjoyed having the place to ourselves. There seems to be no other guests in this beach front holiday accommodation. The "resort" served us a meal of salad, chicken breast and mashed potato then set the disco music free on us. Whilst it was a minor ...
Episode 22
... it is, as it is 19°E.
Then it started raining again, with thunder and lightning and blowing a gale too. Drove back over the mountains to the coast near Petrovac; This is another red grit beach: The sea was extremely rough with quite a big surf running. A few people were out with metal detectors walking up an down the narrow strip of sand. I didn’t see anyone actually find anything. Just off shore from the next bay south there are two ...
All work and no play
... restricted (to encourage high birth rates) except if the birth posed a danger to the mother's life, though it was not outright banned; the process being decided by district medical commissions. As a result, the population of Albania tripled from 1 million in 1944 to around 3 million in 1985.
By the time the 1976 Constitution prohibited foreign debt, aid and ...
The bumpiest ride EVER!
... countries so hopefully next time i go i will experience that - we literally pulled into the hotel at 12:30am had dinner went to bed - got up collected our local guide - did a driving tour and left the country on our way to the next destination - this trip is absolutely hectic in pace and trying to remember everything you need to remember is extremely hard - especially with the countries im not so familiar with like these ones coming ...
The hunt for Albanian lager
... of Tirana, the other passengers having all vanished to their homes and hotels within minutes of arriving. Since I had nothing better to do, I decided to check whereabouts the buses to Macedonia left from, so that I'd know my way there when I had to pick one up that evening. Lonely Planet, the fountain of knowledge, said they left "from the patch of mud in front of the train station" so I walked up Bul Zogu (round the corner from where ...


