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... the west of the country with the Albanian influence there are more mosques. Should have had an extra java today.
'Hello' is zdravo; 'thank you', fala. See if I can master those two words. The sun crept out after 0930. In a town called Gostivar, there was first a bus graveyard and then one for humans. We were gaining in altitude for the most part, at least it felt that way. Towns were connected by farms. Several gravel operations in the area.
... black sea. Arriving in Batumi, I got a little sense that this was a buzzing town. I had heard it was the sin city of Georgia, but what I didnt know was how many tourists this place attracts. I made the walk to my hostel after hopping off the bus, and got the last bed in the large dorm room. It was around dinner time and I was hungry so I headed out. I walked down to the sea and found the boardwalk. There were people everywhere having a good time and hanging out eating and ...
... on a picturesque cliff by the lake. If you google 'Macedonia' you'll see it. It's the landmark of the country.
In order to get to St.Jovan we take a boat. It's September, and the quai brims with unemployed sailors, who want to earn some money at the end of the season. We choose the cheapest one and an elderly captain takes us for a short cruise. To our surprise, he answers all the questions in fluent English. The captain enlightens us why the lake is so ...
On my way to Macedonia's crown jewel, Lake Ohrid, I decided to make a little pit stop in Bitola for a look at the country's second-largest (though still pretty small) city. Well, our bus itself took a long pit stop on the way there - there was an accident in front of us on a small road, with not enough room to u-turn.
At least we were stuck in some pleasant scenery. Being the only non-Macedonian on the bus was a little bit strange at ...
We spent the rest of the afternoon sunning on the shores of Lake Ohrid, one of the oldest and deepest lakes in Europe. By the time we arrived, the beach was beyond crowded, but we carved out a spot for our towels, laid down and did some reading, daring only to wade in up to our knees (like I said, it's a deep lake = chilly!). As the sun began its descent, we walked back up to St Jovan at Kaneo to appreciate the sky's changing ...