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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 ...
... mosques, ruins and beautiful lakeside scenary.
We were definately deep into the Balkans and still we got the typical Balkan surprises of bureks, bad drivers and chain smokers. But we didn't realise they encouraged smoking so much, by actually placing packets of cigarettes in the claw game 'Skill tester'. Oh well, we're definately in the Balkans, and although crazy at times, the Balkans were agreeing with us. Bring on the rest of the ...
... were warm, lovely and very helpful people.
It had rained ******* my second evening in Tirana. And when you are trapped in a quiet hostel with dodgy guts, anywhere can become a little bit melancholic. I shared a beer with a nervous looking German lad and was proud of myself for managing to look manly and convincing whilst talking about football. The two of us realised we had nothing else in common, so both went to bed early and tried to get to some sleep, ...