We slept really well, watching the tower across the way blinking its Morse code through the night. According to Gemini’s AI the code was for the message, “I love you” in Turkish, the Galata Tower sending it off to the Maiden’s Tower on the tiny island between the two sides of the city. 

Downstairs we had a Déjà vu breakfast – same setup, same coffee, same finger-burning eggs, even the same background music played. The staff around us looked tired and unhappy – it must be a tough place to work. 

Back upstairs we did our final packing and then gathered our stuff and checked out. The staff at the checkout was Turkish Nicholas Cage, who greeted us whenever he saw us by slowing closing his eyes and then opening them again. 

It was a long trip to get to the airport – we followed the same pathway we did the day before yesterday, just backwards. Getting on the metro with our suitcase meant a quick security check – that was new. Gemini AI had lied to us on the amount of lira we needed for the airport train, so our cards were rejected at the gate and we had to go back and top them up. There was a friendly staff member working there and he explained the situation, so I guess it is pretty common. 

We could sit down on the train bound for the airport, less jockeying for seats which was nice. Then after the long ride on the train we had to go up the escalators and walk the long distance to the airport. It was nice not using cars but it did seem like there could be a more direct way to get to and from the airport.

We were able to check in right away, and said goodbye to our suitcase – see you in Osaka (hopefully)! Waiting in a pretty long line in immigration to leave, and behind us a very stressed out lady cried out “Come on!” at the staff – she mumbled that she was running late for her flight. I’d hate to be in her shoes.

Then we got through security, and we walked around the inside of an airport we know pretty well. We knew enough to avoid the Bottega prosecco bar where they charge champagne prices for simple prosecco in a gold bottle. We were hungry so we stopped at a sports bar that was serving food and drink. Kuniko had menemem, a Turkish dish with peppers and scrambled eggs, and I had a monte christo sandwich that wasn’t bad. We had a beer and some Turkish Chardonnay with our meal, really trying to stretch out that vacation feeling. The staff were super aggressive about pushing us to order more alcohol and trying to take away our plates, even when I was reaching for food that was still on them. The restaurant was almost empty – calm down, people! We paid in cash, no tip.

Then it was a matter of walking around until boarding time came. The economy area of the boarding gate was full so we went and sat in the priority area – nobody cared. Then we boarded and sat in a crowded plane. Passengers were interesting – the woman in front of us was traveling with two kids and was extremely frustrated with them. Another woman across the aisle couldn’t figure out how to buckle her seatbelt – she had to try a few times to get it worked out. Later in the flight an old lady asked the man in front to move his seat upright so she could get out, but the guy stated that it was his right to recline and she would have to accept that – but later I noticed that he moved his seat, maybe after thinking about how much he sounded like a total dick.

We arrived in Singapore right on time, and the airport was pretty empty. We passed lots of people laying around on the floor passed out but looking dead. Like someone had shot them and their bodies had just dropped. We had a couple of cappuccinos and waited patiently for our flight to board.

In the boarding area seats were limited, but we saw a young Japanese couple spread out over five seats – a rare case of Japanese people behaving rudely. We asked the boarding staff if it was possible for us to change our separated seats to a pair that was together, and miraculously two seats appeared just as the guy checked. Nice!

The flight to Osaka usually takes six hours, but we arrive about 40 minutes early! The airport was really busy because people were coming back from the Obon holidays. I was glad they had a permanent resident line. Our suitcase finally showed up, and then it was the usual pattern of bus, train and taxicab to get us to our door. Since we had arrived on Sunday we had only a little time to prepare for the week, so it was roasted veggies and a bottle of champagne to celebrate while we unpacked. 

Another great summer holiday! We are trying to figure out our future summer travels – the heat in Europe this summer was eye-opening. Maybe it is time to check out other seasons and destinations.

We had made a plan the night before to get up super early and go see the Haifa Sophia mosque, as it showed on Google Maps as being open 24 hours. But overnight I realized that this might actually be the opening times for people who are praying, and a quick check confirmed that visitor’s hours were from 8 am. So no need to get up super early – we could sleep in. Kuniko slept really well and all signs of a fever were gone, so we were back to full health. We went downstairs to see what our hotel’s breakfast might be like.

When the elevator opened at the hotel lobby a man was sitting nearby and he gestured towards the door to the adjacent restaurant, Big Chefs, where we had drinks and manti the previous evening. We grabbed a table and waited patiently for the staff to come over and explain the plan. When they arrived, the plan was this – order coffee and wait for food to arrive. You had to pay extra for cappuccino upgrades, so we stuck with the standard coffee. While we sipped coffee the staff were just getting ready for the day. They were smoking outside, arranging some equipment, and eventually one came by with a sheet of paper. It was a list of guests at the hotel, and we all got together to try to figure out where we were on the list. The print was tiny, and the morning was early, and so it took a surprisingly long time to work things out.

Breakfast arrived on a big tray, and there were lots of little plates of food. There was cheese, olives, sausage, some bread rolls, some cucumbers and tomatoes, French fries, butter in honey, some jam, and a boiled egg. The boiled egg must have just come out of the water – it was so hot we were burning our fingers trying to peel it. I’m not complaining about the breakfast, but I do prefer choosing my own items. I would have chosen fewer things and we could have avoided some food waste.

After we finished breakfast we went back to the room to get ready to go out for our last day of sightseeing. We took the train to Venznecilar station, and were surprised that the way up and out of the metro was only via elevators – there were no escalators at our exit – that seems dangerous during a disaster… Once on the surface we walked across the campus of Istanbul University. The buildings of the university were beautiful, we saw plenty of cats playing and it was nice to leisurely walk through without a bunch of students around. 

From there we walked on regular streets for about 20 minutes, passing so many mosques along the way. Kuniko kept thinking the dramatic mosque that we were heading towards was the destination, but nope – still more to go. Finally we arrived in the area that I remembered from our first visit, a large plaza surrounded by the Blue Mosque and Hagia Sophia. 

It had been 13 years since we had been here, and some things had changed. The grounds were now more decorated, with fountains, green lawns and a sort of Disneyland feel. They looked nicer and ready to accommodate a higher level of tourism. Last time we saw the Blue Mosque but didn’t have a chance to check out the Hagia Sophia mosque, so this time I was there to see it. It is under construction (and will be for the next 10 years I heard) so we had to look past various structures and equipment to see the beauty underneath.

First we had to get tickets and get checked out for following the dress code. Kuniko had brought a scarf to cover her head, and our legs and arms were covered – the fashion police at the entrance checked us out and gave us the thumbs up. Some Asian ladies were stopped at the entrance – one of them was wearing see-through pants! I don’t see a lot of women wearing see-through pants but to see one trying to enter an Islamic holy place… that’s weird. People without coverings were pointed toward a shop that was selling covering fabrics, and they weren’t cheap.

Inside we walked through the upper levels of the mosque. The lower levels were reserved for prayers. There were staff all around who looked a little bored. They had little to do but watch the tourists and pet the cats. At one point Kuniko’s scarf slipped off her head and the guard very politely asked her to be careful to keep her head covered. Another guard helped an American tourist with a shawl that he was wearing over his legs – he had shown up in shorts and had to tie a shawl over his legs for modesty. 

Inside the mosque were mosaics with the image of Jesus, often accompanied by images of kings, mayors, and governors that had contributed funds to the maintenance and repair of the mosque often the years. It turns out these images predated the building as a mosque, and when it was converted they plastered over the images – inadvertently preserving them for the future. It was jarring to see but very interesting.

After the mosque we went back out to look again at the exterior of the Blue Mosque. It was still stunning – I was glad to see it again. We did a short walk through the plaza and then caught the light rail from Sultanamet station towards to waterfront. We had planned on taking it all the way back to our hotel, but the train stopped at the water. Rather than wait for a transfer we decided to walk and enjoy the views instead.

There was lots of sunshine but the days felt cooler here in Istanbul, maybe because of the breezes off the Bosphorus. We strolled over the bridge passing fishermen catching mackerel. After the bridge we then stayed on the water to pass through Karakoy, full of nice hotels, security guards, and expensive-looking restaurants. We also walked by the Museum of Modern Art, more mosques, and a few military guards carrying assault rifles. These security points were a little out of place – we felt safe until we saw the big guns.

We slowly walked back towards our hotel, using the Galata Tower as a guide. Next to the tower we stopped at the SHOW market to refill on kefir, and also found big bottles of freshly squeezed OJ. I bought one and started chugging it right outside the store – it was so delicious. We saw a lot of orange squeezing machines through Istanbul, and it made me think I want to get one someday. 

We passed the base of the tower, and at this time of the day there were far fewer people lined up. Rather than go inside we sat outside a restaurant that had sparkling wine by the glass – Kuniko bought us a couple of glasses (expensive!) and the server gave us a small tray of nuts and olives to go with it. It was rare on this trip to find a place serving sparkling, and it was nice to sit at the high table and watch all the activity around us. When it came time to pay the bill the server (who looked a little like Rebecca Black) let us pay by card. Nice!

We stopped at one more store on the way back, it was on the street dominated by Muslim shops but they had Turkish wine for sale, including a bottle of bubbles. We bought it (the whole bottle cost about half the price of the two glasses we just drank) and brought it back to our hotel fridge to chill out.

For lunch we walked just up the hill from our hotel to eat at the Galata Lily Lounge. It was a great atmosphere, eating at our table on the hillside on a wooden platform, under the shade and feeling the breeze. I had Efes beer, Kuniko had some Cabernet Sauvignon, and we ordered up some kebab wraps. The owner of the place was happy to see us – he gave us some hummus and bread to snack on, and later some baklava for dessert. It felt like VIP treatment. The leisurely pace was nice to watch people walking up and down the hill. Trucks would drive up the one way street and stop to make deliveries, causing a temporary traffic jam. One guy guided a big trash bin downhill, in effect riding the bin as it rolled, barely in control. 

As the temperature started heating up we headed back to the room to chill out and take a nap. Later we woke up and popped open the bubbles while we tried to remember our activities for this journal. Out the window we could watch tourists on the top of the tower, looking out over the sea.

Later we decided to go to a place called Ficcin for dinner. Our maps had it just north of us, so we walked along some side streets following our map, dodging some traffic and construction along the way. We peeked down the street and saw a shop with Ficcin on the window, but it looked closed. We walked down the street a bit to investigate, but no luck. We actually stepped into the empty Ficcin shop but it looked closed, and I could hear someone snoring in the back. Felt weird.

But then Kuniko noticed that there were tables lining the street, and then other signs said Ficcin along the way. Turns out the whole street is the restaurant, and we were able to get a place to sit at the end of a long table that was marked as reserved. It pays to eat early! The menu had English and big pictures of the dishes, and the vibe was a little touristy. With some red wine we had some salmon rolls (so-so), lamb casserole (pretty good) and beef manti (yum). 

This was sort of our last main meal of the trip, having been traveling for two weeks, and so it served as kind of a recap session about the things that happened, but also about our future plans, places we want to go, and how happy we are to be together. We spent the time laughing and joking, holding hands, and soaking in where we were in the world and in life. 

Next to us a couple finished up dinner and stood up to leave, and only as they started moving did I realize how close they were. For better or worse they had to listen to our conversation. But the guy gave Kuniko a warm smile as he left, and hopefully they had as much fun listening to our goofy stories as we had telling them. 

We took a different way back to our hotel, down a big shopping street that we’ve seen a hundred times in other cities. The same brand shops – we could be anywhere. But a streetcar ran down the middle, and I remembered this place from 13 years ago.

Back near our hotel we went outside to sit on the benches and watch the sunset. It was even marked on our map as a “Sunset Point”. There were lots of smokers out there, one guy brought beer and a Bluetooth speaker, but his soundtrack choice wasn’t bad. While we waited there a big school group came through. They left via a bunch of small taxis, and I’d have hated to be the teacher in charge of the logistics of that trip.

Finally the sun dropped below the horizon, spreading orange across the sky. Kuniko ducked behind my shade to avoid the sun’s last rays. We did a lot of sun ray avoidance on this trip, so it was a fitting end to our long journey. We went back up to our hotel room to get the last night of horizontal sleep for a while. 

When I woke up I was remembering a crazy dream. I had been tasked with teaching an 8 hour class with no preparation whatsoever, on the topic of how to prepare PDF files. The crazy thing was that the dream went on in real time, and I remembered teaching the whole first hour or so. Maybe I went to bed too early last night. 

We showered, packed and checked out of the hotel – we were leaving too early to get our breakfast – and then walked out and around the corner to meet our taxi. It was marked as “Pink Taxi”, and the driver asked our names and then loaded our suitcase in the back. He was a really friendly guy, and it was a very smooth ride through the city and then out to the airport. 

Along the way Kuniko spotted a rainbow, a smaller version of the Statue of Liberty, and everywhere we looked there were apartments and office buildings under development. It seemed to us that Pristina was a fast-growing city. As we approached the airport I was surprised to see how large it was. 

As we moved through the different stages of departing the country, it felt like lots of kids were looking at us. Maybe it was just us, but every time I looked up at some family passing by the kids were watching us. Weird. It was also a strange feeling to be passing through an airport – usually our trips having us moving through a lot of countries by air, but this was our first flight in about two weeks.

When leaving the country at the immigration desk the officer said something to me that I couldn’t hear/understand, so I was leaning forward trying to hear it and she repeated herself, and again I couldn’t hear, and then finally I got the message – “Scan your boarding pass here”. This was a new process in our experience, but by the end of it both me and the officer were grinning about how silly the situation was.

Kuniko had done some research on the airport, and she had heard there was no toilet paper available. She had meticulously prepared some backup tissue and wet wipes for each of us, but when I finally used the restroom there was indeed some TP left on the roll. Still, it is good to be ready for anything.

While waiting I had some coffee and Kuniko had tea, also a big wedge of “fli”, a layered potato and cheese pastry that looked great but tasted sort of blah, perhaps a food that is made to fill stomach space rather than wow you with flavors. 

We waited in the sunny airport, watching a lot of families walking around. Since the fli wasn’t great we ate some of the chocolate that we had been carrying around (for more than a week!) and spaced out. Eventually we got the call to board. The trend of lots of kids continued as we waited down the boarding tunnel. 

Behind me a large older guy was really close, and kept edging closer and closer. Eventually when we turned the corner to the go through the plane door he sort of slid ahead of me, ending up between Kuniko and myself. I thought that was odd – Kuniko and I had been talking and I couldn’t believe he was that caught up in his thoughts to miss that we were together. I couldn’t resist calling ahead to Kuniko (in English) and telling here that this guy seemed to be in a big hurry and maybe we should let him pass. The guy heard and told me that he wasn’t in a hurry, and then let me pass him to be with my wife. The flight attendant was watching carefully to see if there would be any trouble but hopefully that guy will pay more attention to his environment in the future.

The flight itself was really smooth, and only about 70 minutes long. They did a lunch service, and we saw that there were bottles of wine on top of the service cart, so when they asked us if we wanted something to drink we said white wine, and the flight attendant did a double take. I am sure that we were absolutely the only people to have wine on that flight – but hey, vacation is vacation! Unfortunately this time our Turkish Airlines lunch sandwich wasn’t as good as the last one – I still can’t get over how delicious that simple melted sandwich was.

We landed at Istanbul airport on time, and then a long taxi to our gate. From there we had to walk a very long distance to get to central immigration and enter the country – and there were long lines waiting in front of us. We managed to get into a good line and got past pretty quickly, and we were the first people from our plan to reach the luggage carousel. Two suitcases were on the carousel but that was it, with our flight listed as “bags incoming”. We stood there and waited for almost 20 minutes, with no other bags coming out, until finally our bag popped out and it was all over. That whole plane full of people and apparently we were the only ones to check luggage to Istanbul.

Our walking wasn’t finished yet. It was about a 15 minute walk to get to the airport train station on the M11 line, and then we went down four sets of escalators to reach the ticket gate and platform. The ticket system was a little complex – we had to buy an Istanbul Card and top it up without knowing how much the train ticket price was – sort of non-intuitive. But in the regular city metro we could use our own credit cards to pay at the gates, so this Istanbul Card was a problem only for the airport line.

We lined up for the train, each of us lining up on one side of the train doors so that people would be able to get out of the train first. Surprisingly many people lined up right in front of the doors, blocking the exit of the current passengers which is like Train Riding 101 basic knowledge back in Japan. Then when the train pulled in everyone started cutting in line and any semblance of etiquette was out the window. 

I steered our suitcase towards the bench of available seats, and as I did a guy sat down and then tried to hold a seat for someone else – but nobody was there to take it. Kuniko already had a seat and so I sat down in the empty seat. Just as my butt hit the seat a lady showed up from the other door, apparently the couple had spread out to try to get a better chance at a seat. But in the end we stayed put and the lady took her guy’s seat. It was cutthroat on the Istanbul metro!

Luckily we had a seat since the ride from the airport to the next metro transfer was about 30 minutes. The train was pretty standard in design, made by Hyundai Rotem. One thing that was unusual was the amount of warning signs against breaking rules – no music, no food, cameras are operating, etc. 

Finally we reached our transfer station, Gayrettepe. There was no scanning of our card upon exit. A guy trying to be helpful urged us to tap on a transfer box, but we had plans to use our credit cards from here and kept going. From there it was a solid 15-20 minutes walk to the M2 transfer station. Again with the escalators – 3-4 times we had to go down, and by the time we reached the platform we missed the train and had to wait only 6 minutes for the next one. It was only 4 stops to our destination, Sishane station. While on that train a family of YouTubers got on, all wearing the same t-shirt and with dad filming the car interior (and passengers!) which seemed a little rude. We also noticed the pattern on the train doors had a hidden design that looked an awful lot like the Chinese symbol for Korea – maybe an Easter egg from Hyundai?

Back up many escalators and we found ourselves right in front of our hotel, The Continental. The guy checking us in spoke in a very mysterious way, subtly building the drama so that when he finished we were expecting something more. We went up to our room (#502 – same as in Tirana!) and were pleased with the view. There was a great view of the skyline and Galata Tower, along with the strait and the mosques in the old town on the other side. Wow!

We definitely needed a drink after all this travel and walking around, so we walked down the street near our hotel looking for a likely place. The sun was hot, and so we ended up choosing the restaurant that was adjacent to our hotel, called “Big Chefs”. The waiter who seated us was very polite and he checked carefully to make sure we were in the shade, there was an empty chair for Kuniko’s purse, and then made a nice gesture of dispensing the wet towelettes. Behind me the couple sitting there had a cute cat sleeping under their table – Kotor is not the only city with lots of cats on this trip.

I had some Tuborg beer, we had three different white wines by the glass, and a plate of crispy manti – everything was great. It was good to relax after having been moving all day. After our second glass of wine we were both feeling the bliss of travel. This was our second time in Istanbul and we had big sightseeing plans – just a couple of places we might want to visit. This stay was sort of forced on us by Singapore Airlines, who rescheduled one of our flights, but it felt nice to just relax in a place we know and not having to worry about fitting in a bunch of stuff. 

Upon paying the bill we had some trouble figuring out the tipping – each country had different culture about it – and finally I think we ended up not tipping with both us and the waiter confused. We decided to walk around in a different area, and found ourselves having an early dinner at Comedus, a wine bar that I had identified as a possible destination. The staff recommended two different red wines by the glass (that were excellent) and we had salmon bruschetta and also a pastrami sandwich that were really well made. The music was good, and again we were sitting on a terrace enjoying the view of the historic avenues of Istanbul.

Still later we walked over towards the Galata Tower, a dramatic landmark that we used throughout our stay to figure out where our hotel was. The street leading up to it was full of shops selling kebabs and touristy goods – it was packed with people. The line to climb the tower was impressive as well – everyone was here to go to the top. We stopped at a market to buy some kefir and water, tea and cookies for souvenirs. We also went to see the Cat Museum of Istanbul but it was not free as listed on Google Maps. It looked like a bit of a trap so we contented ourselves with petting some of the cats lying around nearby.

We had one more stop for food and wine, at a touristy restaurant right under the tower. We had Turkish Merlot and Cabernet Sauvignon, and also some sort of European style egg rolls in a pepper/tomato sauce – yum! This was a lively stop – a huge family was sitting next to us, with all the kids bored out of their mind. Cats walked to and fro under all the tables, hitting up customers for food. A lady near us with an impressive chest got a lot of attention from the restaurant staff. After one guy came by they all sort of came by with one excuse or another to service their table.

Finally we went back to the room to rest up. Kuniko was tired out and feeling slightly feverish but I was excited by the sunset over the skyline, and the illuminated mosques in the distance. I went out on my own to take lots of photos, and then came back to head to bed early. We left the curtains open to watch the tower lit up in the distance, starting to flash a light occasionally which looked like Morse code. What a day!

Our alarm went off at 5:15 am and we rolled out of bed to shower and get dressed. Our plan to beat the heat today was to do the majority of our city-walking and sightseeing early before breakfast. The sun was already coming out as we left the hotel, but there was nobody on the pedestrian thoroughfare – just a lot of pigeons walking around.

In fact the more we walked the more we saw how birds were snacking on dropped food from the night before, bathing and drinking in the fountains, and enjoying life without humans around. 

Our first stop was to check out the “Newborn” monument, a sort of evolving art structure to commemorate the birth of the country. Nearby was a sign for KUSA, an organization dealing with the relationship between Kosovo and the USA. It was fun to say the name – it means “stinky” in Japanese. Also nearby was a statue of Madeline Albright, for her help with the formation of the country during a turbulent time.

From there we followed our GPS to another part of town, still seeing absolutely no one. We took a shortcut across some abandoned looking rail tracks, then climbed over a retaining wall to find the Abe Shinzo Park, the first park we’d seen outside Japan that was dedicated to a Japanese prime minister. The park itself was tiny, but we did recognize some of the plants from Japan. Somebody was maintaining the park, but it sure was small and easy to miss. 

Next we walked quite a ways past big office buildings and new apartments being built. This area seemed to be growing fast, and the buildings and streets were more modern than other places. Despite this we had to skirt past a group of barking stray dogs. We were starting to see more pedestrians going to work, and so it felt a little safer and the dogs didn’t seem aggressive towards humans.

Next was a big statue of Bill Clinton, former US president. Above the statue was a big billboard showing a photo of Bill and commemorating his achievements for Kosovo. Under the statue a woman was selling vegetables out of boxes. I could see down the street a Bill Cafe, but there weren’t many other people around. It did really feel weird to have politicians from your own country memorialized in someone else’s country.

From there we circled back towards the center of town, heading towards the Mother Theresa cathedral. It was an easy-to-spot landmark, but as we got closer it was a little hard to figure out where to find the entrance. We made a wrong turn into a closed off parking area, but a nice guy gave us directions and got us back on track. There was a lot of construction going on around the cathedral – we weren’t sure if we were supposed to even be in there, but other people were walking through so I guess it was OK? 

Past the cathedral we reached the National Library – this was one of the main reasons I wanted to visit Kosovo. The building is really distinctive (some would say “ugly”) but I really liked the design of it. Up close it was a little dirty and it could have used a little more maintenance, but it was still impressive.

Beyond the library we could see a cathedral, and at first we started walking directly towards it, but the pathway petered out into grass and weeds, and so we decided to backtrack and walk around another way. The closer we got to the cathedral the more it looked empty and abandoned, with the grounds covered in trees and weeds. However there was still a bright gold cross at the top of the cathedral. Kuniko theorized that it was a Serbian church and later we found out she was correct. It was Christ the Savior Orthodox Cathedral, and it had been abandoned for political reasons, and rumored to just house wild dogs these days. Interesting!

We had a little time to kill before breakfast was served so we walked across town to visit a different Maxi, this one was Maxi 13 and it was open 24 hours. Unfortunately it wasn’t that impressive, so we headed back to eat breakfast at our hotel. Breakfast was actually served across the street from our hotel at a restaurant called Margo Bar. We sat outside under an arbor, and enjoyed the cool (for now) weather. 

The breakfast was big – at first we thought we were selecting from the menu but it became clear that we were able to have everything if we wanted it. We started with fresh croissants with cherry jam or Nutella, and then coffee, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and I had a mozzarella sandwich with pesto, Kuniko had an omelette with ham. There was an option for dessert on top of that, but we were full. One of the staff asked us if we were tourists (why, yes… yes we were!) and when we said we had come from Japan he said that it was his dream destination. 

Full of food we decided to go back and rest in our room. Once again we went into siesta mode, and since we had such a big breakfast we decided to skip lunch and stay in under the air conditioning, having TUC crackers and sipping some of the wines that we had purchased. 

Once the peak of the heat had passed we went back out. We stopped at a nearby souvenir shop to buy a keychain. The shop staff didn’t have change for the 20 Euro bill I gave her, so she had to run outside and find it somewhere else. We walked down a busy road, away from the pedestrian area. This road had a few mosques, and some interesting towers and statues here and there. We tracked our way via the GPS, and it led us down a narrow backstreet that wasn’t paved – were we on the right track?

We were – the dinner restaurant we were aiming for was open, and we went inside to get a table. The restaurant was called Liburnia, and we sat underneath an arbor with a breeze flowing through. It had some pretty rustic decorations, and I could spot a big roasting fire in the back of the place. It felt like a place that was off the beaten path.

But the menu had English, and the staff spoke English, so we were fine. We ordered some wine and beer – the wine came in a little 250mL carafe. We also had the veal on yogurt, and the Liburnia marinated lamb. 

The marinated lamb was awesome. It really blew our minds – the sauce almost reminded me of BBQ sauce, and the meat was cooked on the bone, with some mushrooms and other veggies scattered around underneath. This was easily the best dish of the trip. Kuniko said it was worth moving to Kosovo for this dish alone.

As we were gushing about the great food more and more customers were trickling in. Not far from us two guys who had been there before us were still there. They had ordered food and they picked at it while spending most of their time smoking, looking at their smartphones, and holding a full-voiced conversation with someone. Normally I’d be annoyed but here it was just part of the unique atmosphere.

Eventually it was time for us to go. The place accepted credit cards (good news) and the waiter came with the bill – he made a joke about the total being over 100 Euros, but it was actually quite reasonable. What a great meal!

After we walked back towards the area where we were staying. Past the live music stage – it seemed like they’d be doing more music tonight. We went over to “our Maxi” to get some souvenirs for our coworkers and students. I picked up a box of peanut bars that were made in Kosovo – the cashier had to ring them up individually, scanning the same peanut bar 18 times. 

At the hotel desk we ordered a taxi for the next morning – it would cost 20 Euros to get us to the airport. Then we headed to our room.

I had considered going out with Kuniko to have a glass of wine and people-watch outside, but when we opened the door to our hotel room a big fat fly zoomed into our room. It became a big production to flush it out, and by that time I figured we may as well stay in and take it easy tonight. I was in bed early, while Kuniko was up surfing the web. I remember hearing the faint sounds of music while I was half asleep – most people in Pristina were partying while I was dozing like an old man.

I had a little trouble sleeping, tossing and turning that was probably due to sleeping on such a full stomach. The bar/restaurant was right above us and sometimes the scraping of chair legs jolted me awake. Because of that I ended up sleeping in later than usual, but we had plenty of time before our bus departed.

We went back upstairs to get breakfast, and they had a similar spread of food as yesterday. This time I knew I wanted to concentrate on that OJ and coffee. There were also some corn muffins with cheese baked inside and topped with seeds – excellent! We had a different server this time, who was all smiles when talking to me and pretty much ignoring Kuniko. I felt like many times on this trip staff that we met were not used to being treated with smiles/kindness by customers. Speaking of smiles, the mom sitting next to us with her kid was looking miserable as she smoked a cigarette and ignored her son. When her husband showed up they ignored each other – the child was too young to notice the tension. 

After breakfast we organized our luggage and then went and checked out. I was using the elevator with the suitcase and pushed the up button to get out, but the elevator instead went down, and surprised the older Asian couple – they had to wait until I went up again. I was surprised there was a whole other floor below us. 

We did our best to avoid sunlight as we walked back the way we came the day before yesterday, back to the bus station. We had our tickets already, so it was just a matter of finding the right bus. There was a giant digital departures board that was broken, so we asked a security guy and he told us we’d leave from the #4 spot. When we got there, we saw three Japanese people also riding the bus, but they didn’t acknowledge us at all. The bus door was open, and we showed our ticket to the driver who was standing outside. He gestured that we could board the bus, and we sat down inside. With the bus engine off there was no air conditioning, after a few minutes it was too hot for me and I went outside to wait on a bench.

While waiting there I went ahead and bought an eSIM for Kosovo as it was the only country not covered by our data plan. That turned out to be a good decision later on as we would need it to find our next hotel. While waiting many people came up to the driver and asked questions – he was trying to eat and looked like he was sick of answering so many questions. Maybe if the departure boards worked then this would not be an issue? 

Eventually it was time to depart, so we got on the bus as the driver started it up. Another guy jumped into the bus and sat blocking the door, so it looked like we had another copilot situation. As the bus left the terminal we eagerly adjusted the air conditioning vents, but nothing was coming out. Also, the copilot left the bus boarding door open. And then it hit us – there was no air conditioning – we are just going to drive to another country with the doors and windows open.

The bus was pretty old. It looked old from the inside and the outside, with a faded “Free WiFi” decal on my window. I joked with Kuniko how much fun it would be to ask the driver for the WiFi password. We were lucky the bus was even running. The window next to meet had a lot of water trapped between the panes, flowing back and forth with lazy waves. With the door and overhead emergency exit hatch open the drivers fired up their cigarettes, and we were in for an eventful two hour ride.

The driver got on his phone while driving – one hand calling, the other steering and holding the cigarette. Occasionally on the way he suddenly pulled over and someone jumped on the bus. As we passed the Muslim quarter the bus pulled over and a guy passed over a big package of what looked like takeout food. Much further down the road they pulled over and were handed some kind of packages that looked like a courier delivery. I guess that was what the phone calls were about.

As we left the outskirts of Skopje the heat was rising fast. In some of the intersections there were mothers or young women begging cars for money. I couldn’t imagine how hot and stifling it must have been out there, and what it would be like to depend on that activity for your source of income. 

Eventually we got close to the border, and I was eager to see how it was going to work out. Kosovo is a country according to half the world, and a breakaway region according to the other half. But before we got to the border the bus pulled up behind some cars that were decorated, and I think everyone was surprised when a bunch of people got out of the cars and started dancing. 

It felt like a Bollywood musical but I noticed that the car right in front of us had a “Just Married” sticker covering their license plate. The cars were blasting music, drivers were getting in and out, the women were shaking bangles, waving Albanian flags, and it felt like we were truly in a completely different country now. The drivers honked their horn but it just blended into the celebratory honking ahead of us. Behind me a local woman was talking loudly on her phone to her friend and holding the phone to show her friend what was happening – the phone was right next to my ear as she did it.

I took a few photos and a video too, but we had to be careful because the background was an international border and the guards who would have to sort all this out. 

As we inched forward I could see the guards processing the wedding party members, and they didn’t seem like any of this was abnormal. Eventually we got to the front, and a border guard got on the bus and started scanning passports. Kuniko’s scanned correctly and she could keep her passport. Mine didn’t scan correctly so the guard kept it. It went like that with the other passengers, and the guard took about half of our passports with him out the door. The bus started moving forward and there was a tiny flare of panic, but he pulled over to wait. 

Behind me the lady asked Kuniko something in Albanian, and Kuniko explained that she didn’t understand, then the lady said, “Italian? Spanish?”, and Kuniko told her that I spoke Spanish. So I talked to her a bit in Spanish but she clearly didn’t understand me. She tried a little Italian with me but I couldn’t understand her, but I got the feeling like she just wanted to reassure us that the passports were coming back. 

And sure enough the copilot came back with all of our passports. I retrieved mine from the pile, and we were back in business. The bus started towards Pristina and we were in our sixth country of the trip. 

The road in Kosovo that we used was pretty nice. It was a big elevated expressway, in perhaps the best condition of any road during this trip. Below us we could see that they were building a new railway, and the expressway and the railway both followed a narrow river towards the city. Some capital was being invested here.

Somehow the driver knew that some passengers would want to get off earlier than the others, so he pulled over now and then. During one of these stops a car pulled out in front of us and I thought that it was all over for our crappy bus. But the brakes worked and disaster was averted. Farther on we saw police pulling over cars with a similar method to what we experienced in Albania. The copilot closed the door when we passed the police and then opened it again once we were safely past. 

Finally we arrived at the bus terminal and parked out front. We got out and retrieved our suitcase, and then headed over towards a long line of taxis waiting right next to the terminal. But something was off, and Kuniko figured it out – they weren’t taxis but cars for student drivers, and we were hoping to catch a ride from a driving school. The cars had a board on top that said “Autoskola”.

So we walked through the terminal and noticed right away how it looked cleaner and more modern. There were signs and digital displays and comfortable seating. We then went out the other side, until a guy approached us and offered us a taxi ride. We took him up on it, loaded the suitcase into his car and we were off to central Pristina.

On the ride to the hotel the guy chatted with us, he recommended a “bear experience”, which was some kind of bear sanctuary outside of town that didn’t sound that appealing to us. Looking around us the city looked a little cleaner than the previous cities, but basically the same architectural style and now and then a few American brands were advertised. It cost 15 Euros to get close to our hotel, but the entranceway wasn’t immediately clear. We walked around until Kuniko saw it – without the GPS or internet it might have taken a lot longer.

I waited downstairs while Kuniko confirmed the location, and then once we were checked in I lugged the suitcase up some stairs and into our room. This room was nicely designed and looked comfortable – it was my favorite room of the trip, I think. After dropping off our stuff we went out to catch a drink – the main pedestrian street outside was wide and lined with cafes and restaurants. We had a little trouble finding one that had the right combination of shade, credit card acceptance, and boozy menu, but eventually we landed on a place near our hotel. 

I had a Peju beer, and Kuniko tried her luck on a margarita (this was her third attempt). I said that the third time would be a charm but in fact the margarita sucked. I promised to make a better one for her once we got home. 

Nearby we found a supermarket called Maxi. According to my map there were a lot of Maxi stores in the area – ours was Maxi 3, but nearby was Maxi 18, so it is a big chain. We liked the market – lots of different products and all the price tags had the flag of the country that produced the item, so it was great for souvenir shopping. We came back here often, and we started calling it “our Maxi”.

We bought some snacks, water, and some airplane bottles of local wine to try.  While waiting to check out a guy approached and I think he was asking to cut in front of us, not sure but since we didn’t understand he waited instead. The clerk was clearly someone who hated her job – she looked ready to quit any moment.

Back in our room we went into siesta mode, along with a little wine tasting, eating the Tuc crackers that we had received all the way back in Sarajevo from the hotel, and laughing about the wild bus ride to get here. Eventually our hunger got the best of us and we decided to go out for an early dinner. We are always eating early, unlike most Europeans who head out for dinner at 8 or 9 pm. We are usually asleep by then. 

I had two possible restaurants to try. We walked by and checked the menu at the first one, but it looked a little snobby and I didn’t see many traditional dishes on their menu. So we went next door to the other one on my list, and it was perfect. The restaurant was called Shpija e Vjeter. It was a narrow restaurant under the shade of some trees and an awning, with a stylish homey vibe thanks to the decorations and lighting. We got a good table sort of half inside and half outside.

We ordered some beer and wine, and while waiting for our food an apple fell from the tree high above us, luckily missed my head but rolled across the floor towards some other customers. I was about 30 centimeters from re-discovering gravity.

The food arrived, and it was awesome. We had shrimp buzara (“buzara” is a kind of cooking style we saw throughout the Balkans), and a beef muscle casserole which tasted a lot better than it sounds. Everything was tender and delicious, and we were very happy to be where we were.n

Behind us the staff put a little edelweiss aroma into the big fan blowing through the area. Kuniko was surprised to see the staff smoking and chilling right out in front of the customers, something you’d never see in Japan.

After dinner we walked along the big pedestrian street – it was apparent that there was some kind of festival or event happening. There were food stands and booths to buy souvenirs, a small Ferris wheel, and a carousel. Lots of young people were stepping out and there was a lively vibe. 

We stopped for a drink at a bar that looked relaxed and comfortable. Inside a couple of guys were sitting at a table, and one of them had a cat on his lap. So cute! After we ordered our drinks and went back outside to wait for them we saw the two guys walking away, and the guy was bringing the cat with them, holding it in a strange way. Hmm…

I had some red wine and Kuniko went for another cocktail, this time a sex on the beach. It was another strikeout, with an odd artificial taste to it. No more cocktails in Europe, I think. When paying the bill the staff said that it was cash only, and I realized I only had a 100 Euro bill in my wallet. I told him the bad news, but he had good news for me and he was able to break the bill and make our life easier the rest of our stay in Pristina. 

We walked to the other end of the pedestrian boulevard and they had a big stage set up for some kind of live music later tonight. Hopefully we’d be able to sleep! There was also a statue of Skanderbeg on a horse – he does get around.

We made a final visit to our Maxi for water, wine, souvenirs, and deodorant, and then back to our hotel to get to bed. As I was falling asleep I could hear the faint sound of live music but it didn’t stop me from conking out.

We had a nice sleep in this morning. The shower in the room turned out to be a good one, and when I got out I opened up the window to hear the river streaming by outside – it was a nice background noise. 

We went upstairs to get breakfast, and they had a pretty good setup. There were some things set out – cold cuts, cheeses, fruits, yogurt, and a big jug of fresh-squeezed OJ – nice! Once we got those we sat down and the staff came by and asked us about eggs: omelette? Scrambled? Fried? With or without bacon? Big decisions. The friendly waiter also took our coffee order and made our cappuccinos from a big espresso machine behind the counter. The lady making the coffees looked really unhappy – I hope she was OK.

Also there was an older Asian couple, Japanese? We saw them now and then. 

Today we set out to take a look at some of the details and sightseeing spots around Skopje. We started with the square that we visited last night. I realized that there were casinos on the square – two of them on opposite sides, and that felt a little odd for such a central cultural location. The big fountain with Alex the Great looked a little bit more dignified in the daylight without all the LEDs. I could see more details at the base of the statue, where Macedonian soldiers stood in a circle facing a ring of lions that sprayed water from their mouths. We saw a few more statues in each corner of the square. They are big on statues in this city!  We noticed another boat on the river – that would make it boat #3 – we wondered if that was also converted into a hotel?

Beyond the square we spied an interesting tower, so we went to take a look and discovered a memorial house for Mother Theresa, and next to that the very impressive Church of Saints Constantine and Helena. The architecture was beautiful, coupled with a golden rooftop on each section, and the tall tower that had brought us there.

Seeing that church reminded us that we had passed a fairly dramatic church when we came in on the bus yesterday, so we set off to look for it. It was a nice walk across town, again with the shaded avenues, and small storefronts that were aimed at regular residents rather than tourists. The trees provided shade but also a buffer from the cars running on the street – it was a nice touch for pedestrians.

Finally we reached the building we were looking for, the Church of Saint Clement of Ohrid. The design was rounded and eye-catching, and we stepped inside the foyer to look around. Since I was wearing shorts I gestured to one of the staff to figure out if it was OK for me to be in there, and the guy gave a sort of resigned nod – I guess I should have been more prepared. We poked our heads into the main church, and the interior was simple but beautiful. There was a ceremony in progress so we didn’t stay long. As we left we passed a friendly beggar at the gates, who didn’t seem surprised that we weren’t giving out any cash.

Continuing our exploration we walked a ways towards the fortress on the hillside, doing our best to avoid the sunny side of the street when possible. Already it was getting hot. We crossed a bridge with two lion statues done in a traditional style on one end, and two more lions in a modern art style at the other end. Continuing on a pathway that led around the fortress walls we climbed a bit of a hill. We passed a Greek restaurant, all white and blue, and then passed a woman who was being followed by a dog. She turned and tried to get the dog to leave her alone but the dog wanted to hang out with her and I think it wasn’t going to give up.

We turned and walked through a warren of bars and nightclubs, all shut down in this morning hour, and then walked around the old town area. There were lots of restaurants here but it was way too early for anything to be open. We poked around, found a street with umbrellas arranged above, and I took some pictures of some good tile work that was done near some staircases in the area.

We followed the streets to the bazaar area, and maybe we missed it but were soon surrounded by locals, mostly around the mosque nearby. The shops took a more Turkish and Muslim slant here. Since it getting time to get something cold and alcoholic to drink we felt the Muslim quarter was not the right place to look. 

Consulting our maps we walked alongside a busy street filled with cars and traffic, doing our best to avoid the sun as we went. Finally we reached the river and the broken ship, so we knew we were close to our hotel. Then just before reaching our hotel we stopped at a restaurant and sat outside at a nice table in the shade of the trees, to drink some white wine and the local beer, Shokoko smooth. Kuniko’s white wine came with a chaser of water, and we enjoyed cooler temperatures while watching people walk by. The restaurant was playing some old, traditional music despite the staff mostly being quite young. 

After our drinks we walked over one of the nearby bridges to take a look at the statues. One bridge to the west of our hotel was lined with famous ancient people with roots in this country, and the bridge to the east of our hotel was lined with statues of famous modern people that were apparently Macedonians. Strangely about half of the name plates at the bottom of each statue had been stolen or removed. On the other side of the river a hired tour guide was explaining some more statues in detail, while a stray dog lay in the shade near him with its head on its paws. 

The shopping center that was all closed up the night before was open for business so next we went to check it out. There was a supermarket inside, and we scored a bottle of local sparkling wine to try out later, and bought a few souvenirs to hand out when we get back to Japan. The cashier at the supermarket was really kind and spoke perfect English – I wondered that she was working at a supermarket and not in international business somewhere.

Elsewhere in the shopping center we saw a bank that had people lined up outside it, and wondered what was going on. The timing felt weird, and the staff were metering people inside. Hmm… 

We also saw an interesting souvenir shop, so after some hesitation we went in. There was a customer already there talking about football (soccer) scarves, and the shopkeeper walked him through the options that she had available. I had no idea that it was sort of a collector item. We scored a good keychain to hang on our Christmas tree, and then went on back to our hotel. The room wasn’t cleaned yet, but we popped the bubbles into the fridge and dropped off our souvenirs. On our way back out we asked the desk staff to clean our room, and then went right across the street to have lunch at a Cuban restaurant.

So far this trip we have been really good about focusing on food that is local and traditional. But finding a Cuban restaurant is pretty rare – I don’t even know if there is a Cuban restaurant in Japan. This might be the closest we were going to get without going back to Cuba so we jumped on the chance. Right across from our hotel, it was a no-brainer.

We sat on the porch of the restaurant in the shade, and perused the menu. We ended up ordering ropa vieja and Cuban sandwiches with pulled pork. I had a beer, Zlaften Dab, and Kuniko took a chance on another cocktail, this time a piña colada. Turned out that everything was great – the ropa vieja was a little more tomatoey than what we had in Havana, but the flavors were great and even the cocktail was a solid choice. 

Our waitress, a tall blond with yellow fingernails, was working alone and very busy trying to keep people in food and drinks. Later someone else came and helped out. We enjoyed chilling on the porch with some great food, and it made a nice break from the Balkan food that we had been eating for the last week or so.

By the time we finished lunch and came back to our room it was all cleaned up. The sparkling wine was already cold in the fridge but I took a nap first, following our siesta protocol. Once I woke up we popped the cork and sipped the bubbles while I caught up on journaling. The sparkling was really good – our third local sparkling wine that we had tried. While sipping we also considered where to go and what to eat for dinner – always an important decision.

We ended up heading back to the old town area, which should be open by this time. We walked across town on a different course, trying to avoid the fiery sun that was heating all the cement around us. There were more statues on this path – including another large Alexander the Great, this time without the horse. He was standing doing a power salute with a raised fist, but mostly we saw the statue from what Kuniko called its “butt side”. 

The restaurant that I was looking for showed as being in the center of a square block of the old town. We couldn’t find how to get in, walking back and forth and finally I saw an alley. I couldn’t believe that this narrow alley would lead to a gastronomic revelation, but I checked anyway. In fact the restaurant was back there, but it was completely deserted, with one waiter sleeping with his head down on one of the tables. Not a great omen, so I went back to Kuniko and we went with out backup selection. 

The backup was called “Destan”. We sat at a table that recently was in the sun but was starting to cool down in the newly arrived shade. Across the walkway from our table was a big spice shop, and the scent of cinnamon was all around us as we ate. We ordered the signature beef sausages, a shopska salad, and they came with a basket of bread, some onions and a large, pale grilled pepper that the staff warned was quite spicy. We had some red wine from airplane bottles, made by Alexandria the biggest winery in the country I am guessing, because we saw the brand everywhere.

The food was excellent – we ate the grilled sausages like potato chips, sometimes wrapped in bread with onion. They were addictive and I kind of wish we ordered another plate of ten sausages. The shopska salad was also refreshing and I think it might be my favorite kind of salad ever – perfect in its simplicity. We were sweating when we finished the food – we left only some bread and most of the spicy pepper behind. When I came back to the table after paying our bill, the staff was cleaning up and a beggar was taking our leftover bread – he was holding the rest of the pepper in his left hand. I’m glad someone would be able to enjoy it.

We walked back towards the main square, the streets more lively now that the sun was almost set. For kicks we walked down to ship #3. It wasn’t a hotel, just empty, but in much better shape than ship #1. We went back to the gold-roofed church to take more pictures as the sun was lighting up the gold as it set. 

We were still able to eat a little bit, not 100% full but not super hungry, so we elected to stop at one more place for a snack and some wine. Right on the square was Pelister, a restaurant that I had marked as a possible dinner place. It is a pretty historic restaurant/hotel, and a little more upscale than the places we’d visited before. Since we were still pretty hot we sat at a table that was in the path of a big misting fan, and that helped a lot. 

While we waited for our (second) dinner to arrive we enjoyed the atmosphere of the place. Next to our table a solo diner powered through three big plates of food, while his waiter chatted with him between bites. The table beyond him had a child breaking a glass – the second time we’ve seen it happen this trip. 

For food we started with an appetizer of roasted eggplant with tahini cream and goat cheese. We also ordered some zucchini moussaka, and it had a big dollop of cream on top. Then we each had a glass of white wine – I had Lazar Grashevina, and Kuniko had the Berovo Sauvignon Blanc. The wines were quite good, I thought Kuniko’s Sauvignon Blanc was the best of the trip. The food was a lot – both were delicious but each had a lot of cream involved and I think they filled us up. We did our best but had to leave a little bit of the moussaka behind.

With our bellies full beyond capacity we walked back towards our hotel, past the now fully LED illuminated Alexander the Great plus horse fountain. There were a lot more people in the square, with vendors grilling corn on the cob, and some of the casinos opening up for business. But we were off to bed. Another travel day tomorrow as we leave for Kosovo by bus.

Up early today, no time for breakfast at the hotel – we checked out and had the hotel call a taxi for us to take us to the bus terminal. In Tirana the East Bus Terminal is pretty far outside of the city, and it took about 15 minutes by taxi to get there. The terminal is attached to a rather large shopping mall, which was closed because of the early hour. 

But the bus station was active, with quite a few buses of different sizes coming and going. There were no signs or markings about where to take our bus, even though we were already holding tickets that we purchased in advance over the internet. As we walked through some burly guy asked me where I want to go, and I kind of avoided answering because it sounded like he was trying to get us to go with him somewhere. We kept walking, and checking our phone, but there was no information to be found.

Kuniko went to look at a place on our Google map, but that turned out to be unmarked, and finally when walking on another sweep a woman asked me what I was looking for. The woman was in her 50s, dressed in regular clothes and seemed a little brusque, but I told her and she pointed to a travel office, saying that company had a partnership for buses to our destination. It was a precise answer and then I realized that people like us get lost here all the time – the man and the lady were either paid employees or volunteering to help out travelers. My initial instinct was that they were trying to steer business in a particular direction, but they were just trying to help.

Once the travel agent office opened up we showed him our ticket printouts, and he wrote down the information on a sheet along with our passport info. He said we could wait on the sofa that was in the office, and since it was air conditioned and comfortable we took him up on that. I noticed with a little alarm that the bookshelf next to the sofa also had a half-empty bottle of whisky displayed, maybe for particularly stressful days.

A few other people came and checked in, fewer than I expected, and by overhearing their conversations with the staff we learned that our bus would be 15 minutes late. Par for the course, though – we expected difficult connections on this trip. When the bus did come it was a smaller bus, perhaps 16 people capacity. Kuniko grabbed two prime seats in front – there were already some passengers from some other place in there. Our suitcase fit in the back (luckily) and then we were off.

It was an interesting ride. The driver had a co-pilot who sat up front with him, and together they chatted (in Albanian?). The bus looked great on the outside but the interior was pretty beat up. There was a sign that showed a WiFi password, but no network was available. They played some traditional music via CD, sometimes the radio, and kept a running conversation going. The driver was a little deaf, so throughout the two hour ride to Ohrid we heard him say “Eh?!?” about a million times.

The driver was a good driver, though and we made pretty good progress. We passed lots of small villages, roadside fruit stands, and a lot of nature. Much of the drive was alongside a river that would appear and then hide in the trees. I noticed a lot of roadside fountains that drivers would pull over and use to refill their bottles. It was fun to sit with Kuniko and munch on snacks while watching the scenery go by. There was a brief pit stop at a rest area up in the mountains, but after that we made good time.

There were some things we couldn’t figure out. At one point some cars in front of us started weaving in and out of their lane with their blinkers on. I thought maybe they wanted to overtake other cars, but they stayed behind. Some cars had streamers that they let run outside their window, which made us think that maybe it was some kind of celebratory event. As we got close to the border to North Macedonia many houses had water hoses set up to spray the water up in the air – not a permanent thing but something set up for a special occasion? Mysterious!

The border crossing process was a little longer because of the number of passengers on our minibus. The driver collected our passports and went into the office, while we could just sit in the vehicle. Soon the driver came out with all our passports – he dropped them a few times and struggled to get them all together in his hands – but then handed them out in the bus. A very cursory customs inspection in the back of the bus and then we were off. We were disappointed that the border guards weren’t beautiful ladies like when we entered the country.

Once we crossed into North Macedonia, our 4th country of the trip, the buildings initially looked really nice. But that didn’t last and as we get closer to Ohrid it evened out to a mixture of stylish and run-down homes. Ohrid is next to a big lake and so we drove along the lake as we approached the town. Once inside town the drivers did a loop and appeared to be lost. Eventually the copilot got us figured out and dropped us off at the main bus station in the north of town. But that was a problem…

Our plan (as dreamed up by me) was to take the bus into Ohrid, stop there for a while to look around and have lunch, and then take another bus on to Skopje where we would be staying the night. As it turned out we needed to use two different bus companies – one to get to Ohrid and another to leave and get to Skopje. The tickets I bought for the first company showed the bus destination to be that company’s offices in Ohrid, in the south near our sightseeing spots. However, that isn’t where the bus dropped us off – this was a completely different terminal. I tried to point this out to the driver but he pleaded “No English” and told me to take it up with the terminal staff. It became clear that we were not going to be going to where our ticket said we would go.

So this change in arrival location made an impact on our plans, and we had to shift things quickly. First, we needed some North Macedonian dinars, so I went over and was able to get some from an ATM nearby. Then we went looking for a taxi. The first one we found said our destination was impossible, but we changed our strategy and chose a nearby restaurant, and the next taxi driver said he could do it. We threw our suitcase into the trunk and hit the road.

Our driver was really friendly, and asked how many days we’d be staying in Ohrid. I told him it was actually a matter of hours. We were only in town for the next few hours, but from what I saw of the town it was pretty nice and would have been a good place to stay for longer. The driver took us towards the south, near where we would have started if the bus arrived where it was supposed to. 

Then we started up a narrow street, barely two-way, we got stuck in some traffic. The driver assured us that it was very unusual – in his career of driving in Ohrid he had never seen this. Soon we got gridlocked into the traffic on the very narrow street, and nothing was moving. I started thinking about what time our bus would leave and wondering if we’d be able to make it back in time. 

Meanwhile our driver was chatting with the locals walking down the road, and criticizing the other drivers in the local language. He said it was jammed because it was a bunch of tourists renting cars and not knowing how to drive the narrow streets of Ohrid. And also that it was Sunday, and everyone was leaving the churches at the top of the hill. 

Which happened to be our actual destination.

Planning the trip I never thought about the day that we would be there – Sunday – and how that would affect seeing the famous churches in the area. Big oversight!

We were still not moving in traffic and we were getting more and more nervous in the back of the cab. Finally we inched a bit farther up, and we were able to get out at the foot of some steps that led to the gate at the top of the hill. This was as far as cars could go unless they were local residents. I paid the driver 500 dinars, and then he wished us luck and drove off – he was a cool guy for getting us this far.

There was nothing to do then but carry our suitcase up to the mountaintop – more hot weather sweat incoming!

Kuniko navigated on her phone for us and I just concentrated on getting the bag up the hill. It wasn’t too far, just physical labor, and once we got to the top I could roll the suitcase through the main gate and over the cobblestone steps. Our poor suitcase wheel was still rotating and seemed to be holding up but we were really putting it through some extreme wear and tear.

Everyone else was walking hands-free and the rumble of our suitcase being pulled uphill over cobblestones sort of echoed through the neighborhood. But there were plenty of beautiful views to see. The houses and road that we traveled was looking over a steep drop with the lake and beautiful churches down below. I wanted to stop for photos but also wanted to make sure we didn’t miss our bus out of town, so it was a little stressful.

We passed some kids selling local honey at booth and I waved at them, but they watched us go by with curious stares. Sometimes cars would pass, people who lived in the neighborhood. Finally at the top we found the entrance to the Church of Saints Clement of Ohrid & Panteleimon, located on the mountaintop overlooking the lake. I stopped to rest in the shade, while Kuniko went farther to take some photos of the church. Because it was Sunday they were not charging admission to enter the grounds – and we could hear the sound of a church service taking place inside. It was a short visit, but I’m glad we made it.

Then, after a rest we headed right back down to where we started. Rumble-rumble past the houses and lake view and honey-selling kids (they waved back this time) and then we were going down the long stair path (easier than going up), but what we found when we arrived at the bottom surprised us. No cars, no traffic, just a smooth road back into town. 

So I guess the church crowd leaving had thinned out enough for the traffic to resolve itself, and we would have plenty of time to get back to the bus terminal. What a relief!

Since we had plenty of time at that point, we decided to walk down a road near the old town that seemed to have a lot of restaurants. Most of them were Turkish restaurants, but since we’d be in Turkey soon it seemed like we should try something else. We found a good looking place that took credit cards with outdoor seating in the shade, so we sat down for lunch. 

The cold beer went down well after the mountain climbing, and the owner was really nice to us. We both had skewers – we shared chicken and veal kebabs. Kuniko had some wine and we were able to catch our breath. While eating a young woman walking by said “konnichiwa” to Kuniko, which was a first for our travels. The street had some people walking by but it was much quieter than the streets in the past few towns. It was great to relax.

While relaxing we started to make a plan for the next step. Our departure terminal for the next leg was the same one we arrived at, and since we had plenty of time Kuniko thought that we could probably start walking and then if we felt too hot or tired we could hail a cab for the rest of the way. So after using the clean restroom of the restaurant we set off. 

Kuniko guided us through the back streets of Ohrid with her GPS, and as long as we stayed in the shade it wasn’t too hot. Some of the roads reminded me of the backstreets of Okubo back home. At one point we passed a group of guys painting inside a building. They saw Kuniko first and gave a boisterous “Hey, how are you?” In English, and then I walked past behind her and called out “Hey, what’s up?” in my American English and they went wild laughing and cheering. We kept walking but could hear them still calling after us.

Finally we could see the bus terminal ahead – we had made it without the taxi. We were still pretty hot, so we went to the adjacent shopping center and had a couple of gelatos to cool down. Kuniko had Ohrid pear flavor, and I had espresso. Hers was not so flavorful but I liked the caramel ribbon running through it. Since the shopping center was air conditioned we killed more time looking through the drug store DM, and then finally went out to the bus terminal. 

We had pre-purchased the next bus leg’s tickets online, and so I showed my printouts to the terminal staff. She looked confused for a while but apparently she found our info. She said we needed to pay a station tax (this sounded kind of dodgy – was it real?) but since it was really cheap and they accepted credit cards I went ahead and did it. They printed out tickets and said we could go ahead and board the bus – it was the only one in the parking lot. I put our poor suitcase in the storage bay under the bus, then we got on board. Our bus filled up and they lined up another one to take the overflow – thanks to that our bus left 10 minutes early. I was relieved we weren’t still stuck on a taxi somewhere on that hillside.

This bus leg was entirely within one country and we were on a full size bus this time. The scenery wasn’t quite as pretty as the last leg. We did pass a national forest that looked quite lush even in summer, and I noticed that we saw a lot of mosques that anchored towns, rather than in Western Europe where a church would be the anchor. We sat a few rows back from the driver, and at one point I noticed that he was smoking – what the hell? 

As we approached the outskirts of Skopje, a couple of old ladies arranged to get dropped off near their homes instead of going all the way into town, which seemed convenient for them. As we passed over the central river on the way to the terminal I saw a ship on the water below – sort of docked in the river. And then we turned again past some more churches and found the bus terminal. 

Since we had plans to leave the country by bus in a few days we decided to go ahead and buy our tickets while we were here. The lady at the info desk was hard to hear, and she had to say it a few times before I got the message – but we both smiled at the goofy situation. At the correct booth we asked about tickets for the day after tomorrow, and the lady working there had good English and seemed really happy. She was very helpful but her boobs were a little distracting – low necklines are pretty common here.

With our tickets purchased we walked through a very hot stretch that had no shade on the way to our hotel. Kuniko’s phone had died this time, so she used mine. We were tired and snapping at each other a little about it, but we were on the right track and getting close to our hotel. This hotel was a special one – it was actually the ship on the river that I had seen before. I have never stayed on a ship that was a hotel, so it was going to be a novel experience.

Soon we saw the ship on the river, but as we got closer and closer something looked off about it. There was spray painted messages on the stern, and the hull was broken open. The wood was faded and damaged, and a group of birds had pooped all over the side. It was also abandoned.

Uh oh.

Kuniko said something like “Is this it?” and since she was holding my phone I didn’t really have an answer for her. I hoped it wasn’t it. 

But up ahead in the distance there was another ship, and it was with great relief that we observed that it was in much better condition. Confirmed on my phone, we were at the wrong ship, and we should keep on walking. The walk was quite nice here, under the shade of the trees the walkway widened into a broad pedestrian avenue, with some stylish restaurants on our left and the river flowing merrily on our right. 

The correct ship was nicely decorated, with flowers flowing from flowerpots tastefully arranged in front, and a shiny wood service that looked like it was well-taken care of. The top of the ship was converted into what looked like a restaurant, and there was an open terrace with comfortable seating near the front. Kuniko’s comment was “Very nice, I guess.”

And when we entered it was nice. There was nobody at the check-in desk but after ringing a bell the staff came out of the restroom to help us. We joked about the first ship we saw and he said that some customers were sure they had been scammed. We got two keycards and then took the tiny elevator down one floor. The hallway and rooms were all wood and carpet and looked quite nice – they really went in for the nautical theme. Inside our room were windows that opened out onto the lake with dramatic views of the regal buildings on the other side of the river. It was a great view and location.

We freshened up and went up to the deck to get some drinks. The sun was still out but dropping rapidly, and I had a beer while Kuniko took another shot at a margarita. This one was just as bad as the last one – two bum margaritas in a row! While we were wrapping up an attractive woman sat at the table across from us, she was alone but she gave us a nice smile. 

Feeling hungry we decided to go across the street to one of the restaurants, and we chose “Soul Kitchen”, mainly because their big menu had some local cuisine in addition to the usual pasta, pizza and burgers. We had some sarska pleskavica (cheese-stuffed beef patties) and also some beans served with a big smoked sausage – so delicious! We went through a few glasses of great red wine, and just watched people strolling by with our ship/hotel in the background. 

After dinner we strolled around a bit for some photos. There were two bridges, each with some kind of cheesy statues. They seemed like a recent addition – maybe a quick way to try to borrow some prestige for this country. A little cheese is fine, but maybe they went a little too far here. We also walked through a big square with a gigantic statue/fountain with a mounted Alexander the Great on top. Plus lots of LED accents – hmm…

Finally we walked through a closed down shopping center on the way back, and lucked into an open convenience store where we could buy some water and drinkable yogurt.

Finally it was back to the hotel. It was quite a travel day – looking forward to relaxing in Skopje all day tomorrow and doing some exploring.

We rolled out of bed pretty well rested. The shower in our hotel was interesting: super hot water for a while, then cold, then back to hot. It was an unpredictable dance but at least there was plenty of space to dodge scalding water when necessary.

We pushed the “-1” button on the elevator to arrive at the basement breakfast floor. The room reminded me of a place where I imagine AA meetings would be held – no windows, and there was an industrial chemical smell. But there was a big espresso machine in the corner, and we made a beeline for that right away-

…only to be rebuffed by the hotel staff, who steered us to the other side of the room where they had a big hot pot of Americano coffee. Around it was a breakfast buffet, and the message we got was: this is for you. The breakfast buffet was pretty good – I liked how they cooked some salty cheese chunks into the scrambled eggs – and there were plenty of breads, yogurts and jams, and fruits, cheeses and cold cuts. 

After we sat down to our breakfast and coffee, an Italian couple entered the breakfast room, and the staff right away started brewing them espressos. 

What the fuck?

Kuniko did a little research on the signs on the walls, and apparently the Italians were members of a medical tourism group, who had some kind of special agreement with the hotel. They got the espressos and they had some croissants and rolls, but that was it for them. I still was bummed out we didn’t get a proper cappuccino.

After breakfast we went up to the room to get organized and then we went out to do some more sightseeing of the city. We started by searching out the “Pyramid”, a special structure in the center of the city offering 360 degree views. It was a little hard to find – the structure of the pyramid was integrated into a shopping center, and the direction from which we approached made the shape unclear. Later we circled around and then we could see (and climb) the pyramid. Kuniko is not a big fan of steps (especially going down) but she did a good job getting to the top and back. And the views were quite nice, including a few mosques – we’ve seen a lot this trip.

Next we walked back to the north towards the big square. We crossed a bridge that had life-size figures that reminded me of the Talos Principle characters – a little spooky. Tirana was full of art exhibits, not only in museums but on street corners as well. We continued on to check out BunkArt2 – a museum/modern art exhibit built in an underground bunker. The purpose of the museum was to call attention to the lengths the authoritarian government had gone to keep tabs on the citizens. The bunker was used to move soldiers and politicians between key buildings in the city, and to spy on citizens to root out any sort of dissent or resistance to the government in power.

It was a pretty heavy topic, and I was impressed with the creativity with which they tackled it. One room showed various illusions – ways to make people question what they see with their own eyes and introduce self-doubt. One example was an illusion that looked like a perfect star, but upon further examination you started to find flaws in its structure – the exhibit compared it to a perfect Communist, but looking deeper always finds flaws. 

It was pretty hot in the tunnels down there, but it was worth the visit. We emerged from the other end of the tunnel into the heat, and then walked a short distance to the square. Sticking to the shade we went over to take a selfie in front of the “I heart Tirana” sign, then ran back into the shade. There were quite a few tour groups also in the shade – I can’t imagine leading a tour group through this kind of heat in the summer.

By this time we were pretty hot so we decided to go visit a shaded cafe on the street that we passed near our hotel. We took a table at the edge of the area, as far away from smokers as we could manage. The staff came by and just from looking at us predicted what we would order – a cold beer and a glass of white wine. She was right! As we sipped our drinks people walked by on the street. Some would glance at our drinks – we were enjoying alcohol on a workday at 10 am – but I didn’t feel like we were breaking any major moral codes. 

One little girl came to us and begged for money, and when we refused to give her some she gave Kuniko the side-eye as she walked away. Near us a little kid sitting with their family managed to knock a glass of the table, shattering it into pieces. The family moved to another table so that staff could come and sweep it up. Finally I took my bill in to pay it off, but the bill said only one coffee – they staff had apparently given us the wrong tag, so we corrected the issue and paid.

We stopped on the street to buy a keychain, and then went on to another area past our hotel that felt a little older. There was a large city bazaar there, under a modern structure with open sides to let the breeze come through. They were selling lots of items, including fresh tobacco(!) clumps, but most of the stuff looked like junk to us. 

By this point the heat was getting oppressive. We decided to walk the five minutes back to our hotel and avoid it. We were pleasantly surprised to find the room already had been cleaned, so we waited until we were hungry enough for lunch. The first place we had picked from Google Maps, and it looked really good. Unfortunately due to a lot of construction in the area it proved hard to find. When we did find the restaurant it looked abandoned. We went downstairs and found a cleaning lady, who then went to search for a restaurant staff member. She wanted us to wait, but looking around at the empty tables we decided to duck out and find somewhere else.

We ended up not far away from the bazaar, at a place called Kings Pil, a beer place. We sat outside under the misters and shade, but we could still feel the heat through the awning. Besides cold beer and white wine we also had kofte in sauce, and a dish of stuffed eggplants (really good!). 

While we ate a large group of young people went into the restaurant for lunch. Outside one of their friends asked us if the food was good. It was, and we told him so, but what would he do if we said it wasn’t? Abandon his friends inside? For us it was fun to watch the various people walk by – Tirana had a wide variety of people, tattooed, wild fashions, grizzled old people. Lots of interesting things to see.

At this point the heat was just too much (38 degrees C), and so we followed siesta protocol and went back to the room for a nap, with the AC blowing hard. I fell asleep with the TV on – most of the channels were unavailable with the cryptic message “No Camera Mod” showing. The hotel WiFi was also dropping constantly – apparently we were on the top floor and just out of range of their WiFi router.

Once things cooled down we went back out for the evening. We started at a big shopping mall nearby, hoping to visit the supermarket in the basement and see what an Albanian supermarket was like. Unfortunately it turned out to be an Italian shopping mall, and an Italian supermarket with only Italian product. It seemed wildly expensive as well – who shops here?

We decided to go back to what we know and visited the same wine bar that we had visited the previous day. The same staff helped us, we enjoyed more sparkling wine, and then moved on to try two of the winery’s white wines. The staff was happy that we were interested, and he enjoyed explaining – it felt like we were in a tasting room. At the table in front of the wine bar two guys came in and ordered cold beers, which seemed an odd thing to get at a wine bar. 

As we were paying the bill the staff asked us if we like red wine, and he said that if we stop by tomorrow he’d introduce a great red wine that the winery makes. We said that love red wine but we leave Albania tomorrow morning. So the staff said, “Just a moment..”, and came back and poured us a big glass of red wine (on the house) for us to try. He poured more than a taste – it was a generous glass. We thanked him and he went back inside while we enjoyed the wine – it was really good. Afterwards we struggled with how to repay his generosity… a big tip? Do they tip here? A hug? But in the end he was busy inside for so long that we thought our thanks would probably be enough.

Down the street we found another restaurant that looked interesting and we had dinner at “Dehun”. It was a newer place, and we ate “patell xhan pikant” (spicy eggplant), “pllaqi me suxhuk” (beans and sausage with tomato), and “tigania” (sautéed beef). We washed it down with two glasses of merlot. Everything was good, the plates were smaller, sort of like a tapas style. Across the street was the restaurant we had visited the night before, and we waved at our waiter who seemed to remember us.

After dinner we took a walk across town to visit an outdoor library that had an interesting structure – and the area around it was full of modern and quirky architecture. Especially near the city stadium there were big squares and stylish restaurants – Indonesian, Japanese and Malaysian. It felt like a rapidly developing area. 

Once more we hit the Tirana Castle street to grab some cocktails before heading back. The place gave us some free shots while we waited – vodka, Bailey’s, strawberry liqueur and Kahlua. The cocktails were a little disappointing – my daiquiri was OK, but Kuniko’s margarita was tangy and not so balanced. 

Around us things were livening up and there was more of a nightlife vibe happening. We walked towards the big square and took more pictures, including the big apartment building that was designed to look like a human silhouette. The square was much more comfortable in the cooler weather – it was a good night to be in Tirana.

On our way back we passed a trash truck collecting bins. The bin was actually attached to a deep pit, and the whole thing could be lifted out by the garbage truck. I watched as the process happened – there was a huge capacity under that single bin that was all underground. The truck operator saw me gaping and we waved to each other.

Near the hotel we stopped at a minimart to buy some water and banana kefir. Back out on the street I commented on the contrast of watching a woman in an ultra-mini skirt and high heels walking past Muslim women completely covered up. Apparently this contrast is perfectly normal here.

It was a fun day in Tirana, but we have to hit the road tomorrow and do a travel day. It should be our last big ambitious travel day of the trip.  

We were up around 6 am and were able to chill out in our room until the hotel breakfast was served at 7:30. There were more guests this time, and I enjoyed a big breakfast of eggs, yogurt and burek. After breakfast we finished packing and checked out, receiving a little refrigerator magnet as a present when we left. We rolled our suitcase out the city gates and took a left – taking a new direction for us. 

On our left under the city walls were many little shops and stands in what looked like a historic market. Mostly there were fruits and souvenirs, maybe to sell to the cruise ship passengers that stream in and out of Kotor. We kept walking, past the remains of a moat that had a guy in scuba gear doing some sort of work (cleaning?) beneath the water. Then we arrived at the IDEA market, a small market where we had arranged to meet our driver to take us to Tirana. I sent him a message to tell him that we had arrived, but my internet connection wasn’t great and the message just sat in my outbox. Kuniko went inside and did some shopping for bottled water, and then we waited patiently. After I walked into the parking lot to check there our driver approached Kuniko and asked if she was Bryan, and the connection was made.

Our driver for this leg, Milos, was a friendly guy with a very comfortable luxury sedan. He set us up in the back with a couple of cold waters and then he did some impressive driving to get us out of Kotor. It was impressive because even now the traffic was getting intense, and there were a lot of buses hauling cruise ship passengers to activities around the area. But Milos pulled out and did a nice U-turn to get us out of town quickly. 

It was our first chance to see something of Montenegro beyond the touristy area of Kotor. We had plenty of time to check out the scenery as we went. The first town we passed was Budva, which was a coastal city that seemed lively – looking like a mini-Miami, Honolulu, or Barcelona. It looked like a place for people who enjoy nightclubs, dancing – not really our scene. Outside Budva we passed an abandoned waterslide park baking in the sun, but the slides looked like a giant albino octopus.

Milos had some good music playing on his radio as we drove – Play Radio Budva. With his left hand on the steering wheel his right hand floated out in front of the air conditioner vents in the center of the car, occasionally changing gestures like he was casting magic spells to affect the traffic around him.

We drove south of Budva, stopping for a quick look at a resort island called Sveti Stefan island. Our driver told us all about the history and the prices there – he sounded kind of impressed. It certainly looked like there was a lot of privacy there.

The next stop was a lunch stop at Virpazar. I had picked this location because it seemed like a quiet place sort of on the way, it was famous for river fish as it sat alongside Lake Shkodra, a huge lake spanning two countries. Milos had recommended going for a boat ride on the lake, but I just wanted to get some lunch, stretch our legs, and keep moving. We got there pretty quickly, and Milos dropped us off and gave us instructions to meet back in about an hour. 

We walked down some wooden platform that ran under the bridge and next to a pretty green river, and then came up on the other side in the town of Virpazar. I was expecting a small town, this was a little bit bigger and touristy than what I had imagined. Lining the street were many stands advertising boat journeys and other local activities, but to me it looked like there were not many customers. The staff looked bored and none of them called out to us as we passed.

There were only a few restaurants, so the choice was relatively easy, and because of the heat we decided to sit inside a glassed in terrace that had air conditioning running. The staff spoke fair English and we negotiated lunch and drinks, and in the meantime watched boat expeditions coming and going on the neon green river below us – it looked like a scene from the Disney Jungle Cruise. It was only after I ordered the grilled trout from the menu that Kuniko pointed out how brave I was to eat a fish that came from this water. Yes, good point! Kuniko ordered “grilled turkey” from the menu, which sounded intriguing. We had some local wines, a red and a white. 

Lunch turned out to be quite good – my trout was the right color and I tried not to think about contaminants. Kuniko’s grilled turkey was great – I had pictured dry turkey breast but this was cooked perfectly and so juicy. The wines weren’t half bad either. We were able to pay by credit card here, and there was a clean restroom nearby which was also a relief.

Across the river were quite a few people visiting for boat rides, and it was hard to imagine this place being as popular a destination as it was. But again as we left there were no takers on our side of the river for all the boat trips being advertised on the street. We went again under the bridge on the wood platform, and came up on the other side just as an old train departed from a station that we didn’t even notice coming in. I didn’t know a train was even an option here, but unless it goes across the border it wouldn’t have worked for us. 

We met Milos and then we were back on our way. He said that he’d drive us through a part of “real Montenegro” as a sort of diversion to get a real feel for the country. It was cool to go down some backroads and see the different kinds of houses. Some were really elaborate, others simple, but all had a lot of space around them and most had fruit trees growing on the property. We did see a lot of roadside fruit stands during this leg. 

Soon we reached the Albanian border, and there was a lot of cars jockeying for position. Milos asked for our passports and he handed them over to the border guards along with his ID card. The booth was on the opposite side of the car from the driver, so both border guards were checking us out – I was surprised to see that they were two beautiful women in guard uniforms. I almost winked at them but thought it might get us into trouble.

Once we were in Albania we traveled through wetlands, with Lake Shkodra still on our right. This area had a lot of birds, and Milos said it was popular for birdwatchers. Then we passed through the city of Shkoder, which had a big castle up on the hill above the city. Here we ran into a bunch of traffic, and passed through some pretty run-down areas. I didn’t get a good impression of this place – glad we weren’t staying. We got delayed quite a bit in the traffic, and Milos complained that he was going to have to fight his way back through this on his return. I didn’t know what to say to that. I did share his opinion that Albanians were really bad drivers – they were way more aggressive and sloppy than what we had seen so far.

Finally leaving Shkoder we saw more vineyards, some of them quite large, but they were mixed in with regular shops and small homes. The home designs were a little wild – some had balconies on the front of the house without a door to access them, others had two floors with a front doors on each floor, without any access to the second floor door. It was as if the balconies and doors were a status symbol more than a practical feature.

Eventually we reached the outskirts of Tirana. We passed a huge gothic style building that according to our driver used to be a museum, and then was converted to a casino, because “casinos make more money than museums”. It was a long straight road on an expressway into the center of the city. 

But just as we were getting close to the city center, we were surprised to be pulled over by the Albanian police. Our driver was shocked, and we were shocked too – how was this going to affect our trip? The police pointed to the side and stopped us behind another car in front of us – apparently we were both busted. Interesting how they parked a police car behind us but otherwise we were still stopped in an active driving lane – not curbside. A policeman walked back to talk to Milos, and it really was a “holy shit” moment.

Apparently Milos and the Albanian policeman have to speak English to communicate. So as an English teacher it was really interesting to watch their interactions. There was a lot at stake here – Milos’ job, license, evaluation, and his customer’s happiness were all on the line. The policeman said that we had run a red light back there, and Milos pleaded ignorance – saying that as a visitor to Albania he is very careful to obey traffic signals. The policeman said the penalty was up to 400 Euros, and maybe this was a shakedown – I have no idea as this is my first experience with the Albanian police department, or any Albanian for that matter.

Then a supervisor car pulled up and they had a conference with the officers on the scene. Milos asked me if I thought he had run a red light and I told him that I think he was OK, but honestly what do I know about Albanian traffic laws? Finally the supervisor walked back to look at Milos’ license, checked us out in the back, and then asked what his job was. Milos said he was a driver – the supervisor asked what kind of driver and our very clever driver said “Tourism”. Combined with the two wide-eyed tourists in the back seat that turned out to be the magic word. The supervisor let us off with a warning, and we were able to continue. The car in front of us had to stick around. Wow – welcome to Albania!

Milos was able to find our hotel soon afterwards, and he was stressed when he finally let us off. He asked us to give him a good review and we did – I thought he was a very skilled driver and I’m not sure I believe he ran a red light. We gave him a tip and said thanks – he really earned his paycheck today. I felt a little bad for him having to drive all the way back through that traffic to get home. 

We entered the lobby of our hotel, and it had an interesting retro feel and the smell was a little like a grandmother’s house. But it was clean and the staff was very nice when checking us in. He even said “arigatou gozaimasu” to Kuniko when she was finished. We got into the small and slightly shaky elevator (the elevator music was a little odd) to get to the fifth floor, and found our room – room 502. The room itself was a little old – it reminded me of our rooms in Minsk. But it was very clean, spacious, and the air conditioner worked just fine.

After a short bit of unpacking we decided to go take a look at Tirana. We went out of our room and pushed the elevator button, and as the elevator approached we could hear the music getting louder – it was a spooky effect. 

The first order of business was to find an ATM to get some Albanian lek. There was an ATM right outside our hotel but it was for credit cards only, not bank cards. But it wasn’t far until we found a regular ATM. My Japanese bank card didn’t work, but luckily my US card did. Now we had 10,000 lek, woo-hoo!

We started at the main square in town – Skanderbeg Square. Surrounding us were statues and unique buildings, and it was a good place to start off. We walked around and took pictures of interesting architecture, there was a lot to see. People around us seemed friendly, quite a few smokers, but mostly it was a young crowd here. Maybe because of the experience with the police and the older hotel we were a little scared at first, but the town brightened things up for us. 

Kuniko guided us to a new tourist-centered food street called Tirana Castle. There was no castle, just an outer wall, but there were many restaurants that seemed stylish, and everywhere took credit cards so we didn’t have to worry about managing our lek. Right off the bat we found a wine bar named Shendever, operated by a winery in southern Albania called Çobo. There we had our first sparkling wine by the glass and it was really good. The staff was really nice and he gave us some free olives and kept our glasses full. There was a misting system there so we could stay cool in the shade – today was another hot day.

We were getting hungry so we walked down the street and found a great restaurant called “lezete”. We started with rice dolmas in a yogurt/mint sauce, then firgase e Tiranese (a baked yogurt dish with garlic and meat) and also tave kosi – baked egg and yogurt with mutton and rice. The mutton on top was cooked perfectly – I loved this dish. We enjoyed beer, red and white wines by the glass, and lots of water to stay hydrated. The waiter was a nice guy with big smiles, very attentive and full of funny comments. At our feet cats occasionally ran by, and around us the restaurant started to really get busy. It was a great vibe, and we were feeling pretty happy about where we were.

Finally we walked back to the square to see it after the sun had set, and then on back to our hotel. This was another big travel day, which means that tomorrow we can explore the city at our leisure.