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... or almost. Unfortunately, I have my way in Albania lost keys (as I have GW fingered on the wrist, I could not not watch my own bags) and Wibke had anyway never own one.
I'll stay a while still holding the child had to sit on someone wakes up in the house. WIBK has gone only once to the factory III.

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with tears in his eyes I sit here and start my last entry. there are still a few days (3) left, but we will spend the airport to hitchhike in thessaloniki and there, depending on how long it will take a little more umherzusitzen.
in Tirana in the evening we went to the hostel stuff went to a coffee shop. because of the smoking ban in pubs recently introducet it must be one with outdoor seating, so we end up, without meaning to, adjacent to the building in which the illustrious mr. mothods president's visit is coming soon. under the watchful eyes I start to Bush's people from the hostel holes over Albania in the belly to ask. actually seems to be a rather embattled albania his country. already the story is a little pathetic. after the national hero Skanderbeg (held the mountains) around to Albania in 1400 was made independent, also came the same 25 years later, after his death, the Ottomans occupied land and the young. the years and then stayed the same times 500th only for the time of the first world war could Albanian unabhaengikeitsbewegung prevail and freed the land from the occupiers. Albania remained strangely also spared from the chaos of war ww1.
in the second world war, however, less than 20 years after independence, the Italian fascists occupied the land. they remained until shortly before the end of the war, when they were defeated by the Communist partisans. but it still went no rest in the little country. because with the communists came Enver Hoxha, which is swung open promptly at dictatorial. Then followed a time that is similar to Stalinist dictatorship much. He first ran higher kill all party cadres, in which he saw a danger. Then he covered the country with his terror, read countless critic of the system to lock up wirtschsfatete and down the country. In 1961 he broke with the Russians, after Khrushchev exposed Stalin in 1956 as a criminal. hoxha now more oriented to the teaching of Mao. this connection, however, he gave in 1978 on, when Mao Zedong died. Now he drove the country into political isolation. He felt the only real exestierende communist state to be the earth. character was his groesenwahns the statement to the weltoeffentlichkeit, Albania was the first atheist state in the world (1967).
hoxha began with the time, I think at times a bit too paranoid to suffer. Anyway, he saw his country surrounded by enemies and soi he read at strategic points 600 000 build mini bunker. The country should overland transport uneinehmbar be.
died in 1985 came even as hoxha still no peace in the country. the Communist line was continued stubborn. There was still food Keum, some only rationed. in 1990 came from communism. 5100 people died in the years of dictatorship in the political prisons.
today Albania is a very weak economically developed country. but the people from the hostel in the forward-looking optimism. someday this will all develop. this will still take its time, I think. Albania has so far only a trade agreement with Macedonia. The Albanians laughs and erklaehrt: because we can then buy tomatoes from the Macedonians, we have ourselves in abundance.
whether what changes the Bush visit, I ask. no, it's all about the accession of Albania into NATO. it has no illusions. Bush no longer has friends in the world, so he remembers to Albania, the hostel staff laugh. mmhh. Bush knows whether that will be visiting to take place in the former Enver Hoxha museum?
The next day we make our limit on the direction of Macedonia. before we look at the still nationnalmuseum Albania.
we take the Access point Albania does have a railway network. However, this is rather curious. initially only about 6 connections are offered. then the time is sitting in the train pretty much disproportionately on track. we need for 40 miles 4 hours (really now!) but is otherwise still a experience. For example, not much value placed on windows. the whole train has almost none. if you have to be raining down pull the blinds. which are, strangely, still all there. even the toilet is denkwuedig. not so dirty, not just exist. One feels as if you piss in the open at the window. I great finds.
18 clock we come in Elbasan. this city beats Skod city in the race for the ugliest in europe by a mile!. It is terrible here. we look not too long and make us the same bus station in direction. is then more of a taxi stand, where the waiting taxi drivers familiar with their exorbitant prices for us. nothin 'is. We use strategy "sit down and, according to German talk" to. it works mostly. This time also, and we are in a short time by a hilsbereiten rebellious people surrounded. murmeld of what a carpool. well, I believe him, not that there is just this one, but we go anyway. after he dragged us 45 minutes by the city and has already wib care for physical and life gets, we get another taxi stand out. where does a friend of Maxine (our leadership) aha. oh well. we are exasperated, and finally get into the taxi. Oh, I can not really tell. It's embarrassing. tasaechlich we pay 30 euro. Instead we drive but also 1 1 I almost can congratulate our good bargain. save you money we have. jaja. we give it (our destination, a tiny border town on Lake Ohrid) promptly Froehlich lin further. restaurant (fresh fish from the lake) and warm cozy bed in the hotel.
have on the next day we still in 1400 lek (about 14 €) and want to stay 2 days in Albania. So we scramble on a mountain and camp there with lake view. for food There ausm campfire potatoes, bread and butter (which I initially thought it would be cheese). fits already, we are lazy and mend the holes in the travel fund. besides, I still get the sunburn of my life. marched down the mountain the border, and throws up a suspicious look to us. But coming up but he will not, he prefers to play with a dog. anyway, we are the people from the village before strange. We keep disappearing in the direction of the mountains of Macedonia and then dive back in to village. In the end we are evil mazodinische (tomatoes are high in the price level are I've heard) smugglers. after seeing several people have thrown behind cinematic look suspicious, I put myself in the local pub. that always helps. so now. in the evening in the village, everyone knows that we are just a few daft tourists who camp at the lake. a sigh goes by the farmers. the tomato crop is not threatened.
after 2 days we make on the direction of Ohrid. is surprisingly quick and easy, and as we are sitting at 3 on the local campsite. alone, the season has not started yet. Ohrid is of course very nice. old town with its castle and old church. we do the touristic program, the rest of the time we get spoiled on see.ich me friends with the caretaker of the campground. which is very old and drunk all day. again and again he tried to persuade me to beer. already at 9 clock in the morning. person shall effect I have given in and drink a bottle with him. He's kind of funny, laughs all the time and can in Russian. then we visit some German, who has a internetcaffee. is so unspeakably stupid, I do not need him here describe further. only one thing: he feels connected with Hitler, as Alexander the Great here comes from Macedonia. soso.
well, today we go eat, then I probably will visit my new friends again and have a drink with him.
otherwise, but the wars already. the holiday was definitely really nice. I was pleasantly surprised by many (especially Bosnia), at times even a little depressed (the war). overall a great experience, which of course without the many people who have helped us become road would be possible.
in any case, I come again! had
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as the title suggests, perhaps I am in Albania. to be more precise in Tirana, the capital. in comparison to the Durmitor park the complete opposite. yes, a holiday the extreme. because it was very still in the Durmitor park. very nice (more for me) and extremely tough (is more appropriate to wib). namely we decide in the morning after the mountains seewanderung a longer trip in the. We would like to oblo glava, an ice cave in 2200 meters height. seems off about prejudice Ulich is highlighted and 800 meters sound and feasible. So we pack up a little bit of food and dachshunds going on. the first half of the road is actually quite simply, we run the most part a gently rising path in the woods along. after the fork in the forest unwatchable away and goes in our direction into the mountains. Nature is really great. right and left rise up majestic summit (which we will not hochmuessen fortunately) the nature looks really healthy, not people far and wide total and above all quiet. that's pretty strange, because we notice it only after some time. somehow missing something. and it is really so that you do not hear anything up there, except from time to time NEN bird.
after the fork in the road starts to become quite an adventure away. it's also no way anymore, but here and there a red circle, which marks the direction. some route must be climbed literally and later have to add snow-covered slopes. Who is really in itself. especially when wearing trainers and without poles because rumkrabbeln needs. boesartigerweise it snowed too, not too short time and then there is fresh snow (loose and slippery) on old snow (hard and, well, too slippery). somehow I torture myself up anyway. I come down there again nor do I really do not want. wibke gasps behind me. they can no longer cursed loudly all the world's mountains (for it is with the silent), and turns around again sometime. now I'm alone. or not, because suddenly I hear irgendemanden on rumquasseln English. I still stomp around a little, but the way seems to lead into the abyss. mmh. actually the same cave would have to be close. looking for a bit I discovered a hole in the rock, penetrate from the vote. I purely watch and see in addition to several standing around the icicle ian ami below. strangely, he is not surprised me to meet here, he seems to happen more often to see familiar faces hoehleneingaengen before. I climb into the cave and look around. drop ceiling by constantly falling on the ground have formed on the giant icicle. They look like stalagmites, only that they have a hole at the top where the water reintroepfelt (and where you can tuck his fist). I've seen something never before, it really looks like a tropfsteinhoehle from glass. which must be determined rieseneiszapfen Sun 60th
the Americans (there are two, one, I already know from the restaurant) want the way back, I'm come up. meets the good, the descent is determined by the two easier. he will then actually, I still get a borrowed rod trekking and so nothing can happen. We sledding and jumping down the hill and so we are half in eight restaurants, where I ian still a beer and bean soup invites (he believes the start to shrivel the German, if they were not regularly inspires beer).
by 9 I get pretty tired of the campground. The hike took 6 hours instead of the planned 9 hours.
the next day to make we do not actually. I sleep all the time and their clothes washed wibke. In the evening we still are friends with a few of which are on the motorcycle on the road. have rented a cabin and so we can chat in the warm.
The next day is quite the sense of traveling. we want to Albania. after we have determined that the road is not traveled to the end of the world, we take the same bus. in Podgorica, we have to walk 20 € some greedy taxi drivers, throw in the revenge, so we get to the 30 km limit. there is because no bus. tja Albania, which is nothin 'but the tourism!
from there we hitchhike the rest, laughed in spite of ocher Santander offers of the local Albanian taxi driver (A further 20 € for 30 km - Nope)
in the late afternoon we reach Skod. pretty much the ugliest city in Europe I would suspect. I still like it here, it reigns live much on the streets, everyone seems to know everyone, old men playing chess at the curb edge, old women are lamenting together in groups. were having fun playing with the youth in children's party, meanwhile, it is children. there are 2 trampoline around the screeching with 30 children are packed. then there still a small stage, which is also packed with 30 screaming children ist.mir like it, I let myself be quickly infected by the peaceful, relaxed atmosphere and look at all the fun. albeit from a safe distance to the kids.
the next day I go visit my friend artur. whom I know from two years ago. I quickly found him and it follows the usual procedure. for a second: cannot offered, after two seconds: beer offered (successfully fought off, it is 12) then offered raki (also successfully fended off) and then offered fruit (fruit is arthur and gemuesehaendler). We arrange to meet even the hotel by 8 and then the rest of the day, we stroll through the city put us up in one park visit and two bars. in between I still run my pomadeexperiment (lots of pomade in the hair and zurueckkaemmen) I want to look like an Albanian. I believe it is possible, I like wibke not.
is unfortunately artur not and so we go to sleep. The next morning I also understand why he has stood at the front of the hotel and we waited. too bad, but nothing I make come safely again and so we say goodbye to press under, kissing and symphathiebekundungen in form is of cigarettes, prunes and beer (not ward I could, well, was, fortunately, only a small one)
the bus incredibly cheap and we rumble with 50 kmh tirana direction. in the usual bus palermo. Next to me is a toothless old, who ruled some strange sign language that I understand not. I kind of like him and paid him his ticket to Tirana (merry eyes rolling, wagging hands, thumbs raised).
in Tirana smelled and we plod hostel in a direction saunaaehnlichen athmosphere. (Yes, yet again, but I've vowed that this holiday will be the last time! Real now!) Have the usual crowd there waiting for us Canadians and Australians. the learning procedure to know me now hangs from the neck out. The next time someone asks me how long I'm on my way I say minute second although even then there oooohhh! its amaaaaazing!
the remaining time we have actually only spent strolling through the city. which seems to be a single market place, there are at every corner to discover what. including poverty pretty tough, Albania is the zweitaermste country in Europe. oh and george bush comes in seven days here. his grotesque smiles of a giant poster on me. welcome mister president. jaja. tungsten
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