Mramor Skopje
Klenoec 11a Skopje, 1000, Macedonia
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Rough diamonds in Skopje
... tourist industry, but perhaps it does not really need one. It seems to have made the choice to invest in its own sense of identity and belonging, rather than to attract foreign tourism and investment. Even if it has been enacted somewhat disingenuously and problematically, through a powerfully nationalistic framework at the expense of their Greek neighbours, the Macedonians have a peculiar knack for developing within you a fondness for their messy and flawed little chunk of the Balkans.
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Macedonia
... buzz around closely to check you out for a minute and then off they go. Also, we have had another dress emergency but this time its shoes. While we were in Verona Belinda stubbed her toe and took the top skin off. Since then we have had many close calls but Macedonia has taken her big right toe to a whole new level. Walking up the 1000 steps to our hotel, she did it again but much worse than the first time and spent the next ten minutes sitting on the steps head in hands crying like ...
Stopping over in Skopje
... I was going to get to meet him and hang out with him in his new home of Skopje, far from his hometown of Chester in England. He's a fantastic host and we spent some time walking through the older parts of the city, chilling out in cafes and sampling some really tasty Macedonian cuisine in a hidden restaurant that only a local resident would be able to find. I'm really grateful that he was able to give up a whole day for me and later that day we picked up ...
Episode 24
... several people were selling fish, some large carp and eels along with a large amount of small fish wrapped in plastic. Just as well it was a cool day, don’t think I would fancy that fish after it had been in the sun for a few hours. We stopped one night at a little town called Lin on the lake.
After crossing into Macedonia we continued along the lake shore, passed through Struga, then following a river and a series of dams both large and small ...
Wine and war zones
... hell we were going to get to the station. Taxi was the obvious choice, but the traffic was so congested none were passing. Rina and I crossed the road and eventually found a taxi driver willing to take us. It was quarter to five and we were stuck in the middle of a ridiculous jam of cars and buses. Inching forward, the driver confidently told us to not worry, but we still did. A night in Pristina wasn't a dreadful thought, but it was bound to be ...



