Hotel Nais Skopje
Sava Kovacevic, bb Skopje, Macedonia
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... I contemplated the problem. How cold will Russia and Mongolia get? Was there a chance of getting the jacket back? In short, very unlikely. However, I found my hostel and asked them to ring Tetovo bus station. No jacket found. I the run back to Skopje bus station and get a mini bus back to Tetovo bus station. No jacket found. The bus had just left for Tirana when I arrived. I was told three things, either come ...
The other side of the coin
... on reaching an English-speaker. The trains themselves are dismal. The city to city bus station website was recently improved, but often exceeds it's max bandwidth, so it shuts down from time to time. Again, you'll need to call for info. You're likely to have better luck with finding an English speaker there but, still, it's inconvenient. Local buses are cheap and available, but info and schedules are thin on the ground. Ask a local or hop on and try your ...
Wine and war zones
... called, but it was absolutely brilliant. I guess it was a hybrid mixture of a German oom-pah band, gypsy accordion music, and Anchorman-esque jazz fluting. Sounds utter **** when written down like that, but it was incredible. It really got everybody going. Even though none of us had heard their songs before, the lot of us tourists were soon dancing away with the masses to Cabaret Balkan's uplifting tracks. I am very much a reluctant dancer, but I just ...
Sun and cement in Skopje
... featured a lot of concrete.
A pretty stone bridge crosses to the North side of the river from Skopjes main square. Suddenly everything has a Turkish feel to it. Minarets grace the skyline instead of church bell towers and all (cobbled, pedestrian) streets lead straight to Bit Pazar, a huge Middle Eastern stlye market. We wandered through from womens clothes, past olives and people very determined to sell us eggplant, somehow emerging from the other ...
Skopje, Macedonia - A Tale of Two Cities
... damaged in the quake. Left to rot, a few makeshift cafes and trees had grown up around the abandoned carriages. “Let's head for the centre,” said Michael, who for once had grown bored of taking photographs. “I want to see the memorial to Mother Teresa.”
Mother Teresa was actually born in Skopje, a fact I was unaware of until I read the guidebook. To commemorate this great fact, a large statue of her stood near a small rectangular church in the centre ...


