Hotel Kamnik Skopje
Kamnik b.b. Skopje, Macedonia
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Statues, Statues and More Statues...
... were shut but we still managed to see a few of the 'sights' around, including the Mother Teresa statue (she was born in Skopje) and the city museum where the clock is still stuck at 5:17am, the time when an earthquake hit Skopje on July 26th 1963. After walking past some kind of protest rap we headed over the Stone Bridge (with the diver statue below) and crossed the Vardar River into the Carsija, ...
The low-down on an interesting town
... and sit at a bench at the park or the main square and people watch. In Skopje, and around Macedonia, people believe in the power of a stroll. Cheap, social, a good opportunity to show off new clothes or kids - this activity is good on all fronts. On weekends, and every night when the weather's nice, the streets are overtaken by families, teenage couples, children and pets all out on parade - meeting, schmoozing, playing. It's an excellent scene, and fun to ...
Wine and war zones
... and the huge marquees were full of happy, vino sipping revellers. I exchanged the equivalent of £8 for tokens and the three girls I was with followed suit, kind of. They took a more sensible approach though and converted only around £3 worth of Macedonian Den into tokens. I suppose I was out to get ******, whereas they were there for the cultural experience. Bloody philistines.
None of us had any idea what we were supposed to do with our fist-full's of ...
Where Mother Teresa Comes From
... to stand on their own. These differences were the basis for the wars of the 1990s.
According to the Macedonian hostel owner, the issues of the region would never subside and the EU will be dealing with it forever. Since I got to Skopje, I've been trying to get an understanding of this whole conflict. When it was going on, I either did not pay good attention or the media did a poor job of presenting it or ...
Skopje, Macedonia - A Tale of Two Cities
... the greatest invention in toilet architecture since the toilet itself. The sinks were standard apart from one key feature - they had no taps or sensors! instead they utilised a couple of foot pedals, red for hot, blue for cold, and I pressed both with childish glee until a man arrived and stared at me with suspicion.
The next morning was hot. As we wandered towards the old railway station, I was once again struck by the sheer amount of dilapidated cars. Ancient Yugos, Ladas ...


