Laki Hotel Skopje

... is just a plaza with newer buildings around. There are some nice bars/cafes along one street. The older buildings are from the Soviet era. Everything is dilapidated, broken windows, grass overtaking the concrete &#8230; Inside the post office, walls of empty telephone booths (phones had been ripped out). It reminds me of a post-nuclear world. <br><br>On that cheerful note, a major reason we stopped in Skopje is that they are having a beer festival ...

... and he confirmed it was (I like to be careful-the constant shouts of "Skopje" should have been enough really) so I disembarked. Only one other person got off, and a car whisked her away within seconds as the bus turned the corner at the end of the street and vanished in the direction of Kosovo. It quickly became apparent that while I may well have been in Skopje, I was nowhere near the bus station. I was on a wide street between some park land and some ...

... were kind enough to translate, so they got to laugh twice as much.. but they were really funny. Andreja knows english but is very shy about speaking.. what he did say- was very good and Beti knows english very well. I don't know how long we gabbed and told jokes, but Andreja asked if we wanted coffee. They said yes, but I was asked if I wanted tea... yes of course I did. I was given 2 types of tea to choose from, but then there was something missing ...

... cafe are located. We didn't do much shopping there, cause we needed to head home before it got too late. On the streets in Bitola, there were many children begging for money. They would try to do anything to get some charity from you, make sad faces, try to tell you where to park, ect. Once back at the car, Marija gave 5 denars to one of the boys who said that he would watch and take care of her car while we were gone from it. He was really cute in a sad way. So, onward to "home"!

... night but now its dead. Un-fixably broken. So he is heading back to LA to fetch a new one. Now he is teaching me to tech on the replacement camera from slovania while he is gone and things should be crazy overall for the next few days. Seems Ive just been thrust into the fire. Tomorrow were heading to some tiny village in the mountains where the civil war broke out to get ready to shoot. From what I ...

... especially after they were just washed, so I ended up in an argument with the hostel owner about opening a window/door and closing the sliding plastic curtain between the kitchen area and the sitting area. He said that it was too cold for his friends to sit there with the window open and that they needed the curtain open to get the heat from the stove. After a lot of yelling from both sides and crying from mine, I won round one of the argument. Then about ...

... and contacting some people in Bruessels, they didn't allow me to change . Well, changing project and hosting organisation is byrocraticly difficult, but not impossible. Now I'm anyway tired to fight with them. And because I don't see so many reasons to stay in this tiny town with no culture at all, i have decided to quit my project. There are so many gossips all around and i feel like I'm not learning here that much. No, visa versa, i think I'm going backwards ...

Well, Skopje cannot, even if it wished so very much, to compare with many a place in Africa, like Cairo to begin with, but I am positive that Skopje would not wish to compare with places like Ndjamena, or Kinshasa or Conakry or many other. (to be continued)

Dear people, greetings from sunny Macedonia! Because of the lack of time to write all of you, in this travel diary i tell about my experiences here in Struga. I hope you'll enjoy. During the last month so much has happened , and I'm still really confused about everything. One month ago I had to leave the Netherlands, the VIA-office where i had worked as a volunteer and the cool, caring people there. Good-byes were hard, especially with one particularly special person. After ...

... of this faint illumination(as did Hans,who didn't fancy a naked midnight ramble).I spent much of the journey nose to tail with Hans's heels,as the only way to follow the column ahead,struggling as we w**e to keep up in such blind circumstances.I bagsed Dougal,from Magic Roundabout,early on in all of this,and chuckling to myself,I left the oth**s to squabble ov** Florence and Zebedee.But I knew what I thought with Hans's girly white trous**s,and M ...