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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... and was very gracious.
Not everyone can aspire to that level of klutzery, but it can be easy to offend in more subtle ways. Lear contravened a taboo against image-making: "All the passers-by, having inspected my sketching, frown or look ugly, and many say, 'Shaitan' which means, Devil; at length one quietly wrenches my book away and shutting it up returns it to me, saying, 'Yok, yok!' [No, no]". On ...
... into a place called 'Shkoder Hostel' and it's moto was 'me casa su casa' or 'my house is your house' and it totally felt like just that. It was a massive house that had been converted into a hostel and had a homelier than homely feel about it. We checked in to our 8 bed dorm and then spent the afternoon walking around the streets of the small city and checking the place out.
Dane popped in for a haircut from a cranky old barber with a gammy leg. When he asked how much it ...
... I need somewhere other than a rock by the side of the trail to eat it. I am going to get to the top of this thing if it kills me (moderate to extreme probability). I’ll spare you the wheezing, palpitations and crankiness but I eventually got to the pass. Hallelujah. On the way down (and I don’t think that was any easier) I swapped shows as I was keen for a slightly different set of blisters. The rocks that made walking ...
... it is hard and aged - better for storage. In the hotter climes near the farms you get the fresher cheeses. Ricotta is king here. We know it as that tasteless stuff in the tub. Here is it a higher art ranging from soft, creamy and very fresh to herbed, dried, smoked or baked. The other star is pecorino, again in many styles some including pepper corns or pistachios. Block after block it goes - butchers, olive/caper folks, spices, oils, African stands, cookware, ...
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The pitiful penniless paddock had really frazzled us. So far, we had been comfortably making our way through European countries which really only had slight variations, and a fair bit dirtier, than our own existence back home. We were beginning to feel that we should have read more on Albania than just it's potentially rigorous border crossing. In addition, we had no idea where we were headed, had no map, and no roads were loading onto our ...