I had a good time in Tirana. At first I was a bit worried about how to fill my time there, but luckily the weather was great and I was able to see a lot more of the city. The little old lady at the hostel is so cool. She makes us all breakfast and it’s either an omelette, French toast, or this other combination of pastry and cheese and eggs. We had a bag in the fridge with our food. And it either got stolen or it was stupid katies fault for putting the current date on it and not our check out date, because it all when missing. I asked the cleaner lady and we had a game of charades trying to explain the situation and she made it sound like it didn’t get cleared away. All hope was lost.
I went on my own to go to the big park nearby, and I walked down the main boulevard past the prime ministers house, the pyramid, and other big monuments.
The park had a lot of war memorial figures and it was full of people walking and socialising. I also went to the art gallery…It was alright.
I found a juice shop and had a detox drink and pomegranate juice. The owner of the shop was there and helped me order and we talked about Albania and it’s history. He was telling me about how Albania is starting to grow and now is the time to Invest in property. He was also telling me the reason a lot of people sound Italian is because when albania first started on their own, they only had very little to no media, and people would Watch and listen to Italian shows and caught onto the language. He could of made that all up, but I bought it.
I walked around some more and eventually got followed by a man on a bicycle for twenty minutes until I ran around some side streets and came out to see Ben and Vlad. Then I took them to the juice bar.
I finished off the night sitting in the hostel talking with a big group of people. Then some of us including myself went to bed and the other boys and girls went out to a lesbian fire masochists show that had been advertised everywhere that day by people riding bicycles pulling huge banners and handing out flyers.
The next day was an early morning bus ride to Berat. The cab pretty much stopped the bus from leaving by parking in front of it. It was very bumpy and muggy, but I must have fallen asleep for a good chunk of time. The walk into he old town wasn’t bad either.
I really prefer Berat over Tirana. There is a nice path along the river and hey are reconstructing bridges and building a more park like setting in the main area
They want it to be themed like the park in Paris with all the little paths and flowers and stretch along the river. I walked up to the Berat castle after picking up some fruit and found a local coffee store. This woman grinds coffee and puts it in little bags. I smelled it from far away and knew I needed this. I walked up to the castle, and didn’t have correct change for the entrance so I just stood there confused and the guy let me go in. I fell asleep in the sun and then enjoyed a cup of turkish coffee inside he old city of a thousand windows.
I got back to he hostel and had another turkish coffee and went out with a norweigian and mexican guy and we hung out at a bar and restaurant. Then ended up hanging out with people in the hostel that was right across the street. There are three different hostels all right next to each other. I also scored a discount with the hostel I am at because no one was there to let me in when I arrived. Boom.