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... to freshen up before 1800 at the Icon Gallery, followed by sunset shots and dinner last. We will see what happens. Off by 1415.
Naturally I could not readily find the requisite street. Opted instead to meander into the old town, nearer the water's edge. Got oriented at the Church of St Sophia and took another route. There were signs for the Church of Saints Cosmas and Damian but it was locked. Apparently some of the smaller churches are hard to get into with ...
... of times I’ve been to Bali and witnessed their fondness for "epic statue in the roundabout" I think I’ve got a pretty good eye for them.
After a quick walk through the bazaar (which was refreshing grubby – felt a little more real than Ohrid’s beautiful but touristy, coloured in between the lines market and bazaar) – bang,
kaBOOya! There he is, King Philip the Second. Alexander the Great’s dad. This is ...
... of the many side streets of Istiklal. It was a good time and after we went to eat a kebab and walk around the street. I called it a night around 11pm and headed back to the hostel to read for the rest of the night. It was to be the last night I would sleep alone on this journey.
The day had finally arrived that I was to meet my girlfriend Courtney. I was extremely excited to head out to the airport. I packed up my things and stored them in order to switch rooms. At 11am I ...
... and definately irresistably delicious.
Macedonia's capital Skopje was a feast for the photographer's eye, as we walked the streets snapping shots of cool statues, turkish style bazaars, very new monuments, the fortress and of course beautiful churches and mosques, yet alot of rundown neighbourhoods.
Macedonia really had a feel of national pride and friendliness. In Lake Ohrid, the most popular holiday destination of Macedonia, we ...
... window of a medieval looking butchers shop. A skinned sheep hanging from a giant hook swung gently in the wind beside them. Whether they were bagsy'ing the best spot on the shelf for their own hacked up carcass's, or if they were just in the market for some sausages, I don't know, but it was all a bit comically sad all the same.
A garage offering punters petrol, repairs and the curiously named service of a 'SHITJET' caught my attention, and thought ...