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Unfortunately power cuts are still quite common in some parts of the country. Now it is time to antique! Geraald is my waiter who speaks English quite well. I am gonna try some red wine from this town with some local kebab, goats cheese and yogurt. If I am still hungry I may go down to the ethnographic museum and steal one of their turkeys. Five years ago I went to this museum and there was one turkey on the grounds that had an attitude, perhaps it sensed I had Thanksgiving dinner plans on my mind and it was going to be the centre plate attraction. I also set things aside at one shop for my sister and her husband for Christmas as well as Dave and Gerard for their 25th next year.
It started to rain so we all move to move inside. Here is a cool little factoid, when former President George Bush came to Albania on he visited Frushe Kruja, the furgon driver pointed out the cafe and bakery he and Laura had coffee and pastries.
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This jives with what Andre and I talked about the other night over dinner and what I found here back in and I was hoping things would be a bit different now. After Lincoln I went over to get my wig done up where I had it done two years watns. They were eants over there then Wh still are. Then it was to Soho for coffee, then back to the hotel, then lunch Korca style qofte. After I checked i Emblema. From Emblema it was back to the hotel where I crashed fjck for fuco hour waiting for the owner to come. The owner came and guess what, she agreed to give me Euros. I then suggested that since I am coming back on 15 July and staying four nights that two nights at 40 Euros per night be free and I pay for only two.
That worked and I was happy with that. It is close to T so it jn an easy fufk trip, about a minute bus ride. I was hesitant to go in case Wans calls and wants to get together, but I doubt he will so frak it Durres here I come. Now that this tired old bus is full and the argumentative old bat left we are finally on our way. The oven roasted lamb I had was really nice as was the baked cheese in aluminium foil with tomato and herbs. The Greek salad, well, was a Greek salad, but with fresher more flavourful veggies than what I am used to in Saudi. After dinner I ended up at Raum where I had a Sex on the Beach and chatted up with some cute university guys from here and Kosovo.
The Kosovar dude spent a year in Wisconsin. He really liked it, especially his family that he stayed with. Another dude studies in Paris for a year, but returned here because he was having too much fun and not enough study. The live concert yesterday is called Rock the Block, an annual event sponsored by the city of Tirane and a few embassies who bring in rock bands from their countries to perform. This year France, Spain, Denmark and Sweden contributed. I missed much of it, but I caught the last act, from Sweden called Obliq. Speaking of music, OMD released a new album late last year. I heard couple of their tunes on the iTunes store, really good.
Patti got back to me on FB and told me that Mark passed away in As for John, still nothing on him and what happened. I am in Durres now at the Palma restaurant waiting for a tomato salad and qofte. I just came from the famous Roman amphitheater here built around the 2nd century. It was able seat at least 15, spectators. It is quite an impressive site now surrounded by modern homes and apartment blocks. I got some pics, including of a local newly wed couple. What would he think looking out the archway I was looking through seeing a modern jet streaking by high in the sky, strange looking houses and modernistic structures replacing all he knew just seconds before.
What of me and Durres of sayhow would I cope? They just drove up from Berat today on their way back to Dubrovnik. They told me about the 4th Messiah Sabbatai Zevi who was made to convert to Islam by the Ottomans and may be buried in or around Berat. The couple mentioned something about a Palm Mosque in Berat. They tried looking for it with no luck, but they suggested I find it as it could be a draw for Israeli tourists in this history. They only spent a day and night in Berat due to time limitations. Just across the Adriatic lies Italy, I can see it from here. There is a ferry link from here to Bari, Italy.
I should find out how often it runs. The buses to Durres and Kruje call had aircon that worked well and this were minute trips, this is 3 hours. Better to have no aircon and a bus where you can open the windows then one such as this. I saw the trailers for it last night, it looks real good. It is a story of survival and resistance. I got an e-mail from him this morning, he worked and at at Taco Bell aka Taco Hell. If I can get a job there and things work out it may be possible to find the right house at the correct price, not the foreigner price. Anyway, the point was to underscore the value of connections here, of being seen as part of the community. When that happens good things can happen.
Neli the waiter from 2 years ago is still here and remembered me. I got in around 1, so it takes about 3 hours with all the stops to pick people up and let them off along the way included. There really is no direct bus service in the sense of everyone gets on at one station at the departure point and gets off at one station at the destination, that is a concept that still has yet to take hold here. I just had my meal and the local wine was nice and the stuffed eggplant was excellent. What more can I say other than I have a great view of Mangalem with its illuminated white Ottoman houses. The other guy who I knew from 2 years ago is off studying at university in Tirane.
Edi lives and works there. I was brought to the flat straight away. The flat I am in is nice. I am staying near the Ethnographic Museum unfortunately there are no turkeys there for me to cook like the Ethno museum in Kruje. Unfortunate for me, fortunate for them I suppose. My flat is in the original part of the house, which is old. The walls are thick stone which keeps the place really cool inside. After I got settled Edi took me around to get some stuff. I picked up some fresh cheese, eggs, yogurt and other odds and ends. I also got a bottle of Cobo wine and tried a glass before.
It was nice, but apparently Gjergi makes his own wine which I will try tomorrow. It may be possible to go to Apollonia and the Cobo vineyard with Gjergi and Edi. Most of what the shop has is stuff from Berat and the surrounding area. I got hold of Xheku, she was down in Korce, in southern Albania near Greece. What a gorgeous night, nice and cool and fresh. After finishing up that delicious meal I saw Tomi who gave me a warm greeting once he recognized me. His son Walter translated for me. I left my doggy bag with Walter at the hotel desk and went for a stroll around Mangalem by the small park across from one of the houses Ilir showed me in That house was since sold and is now a small art gallery which I will check out tomorrow called Art Galeri Mangalem.
Then I walked through the narrow cobble streets of lower Mangalem to the other house I saw that I really liked, it is still for sale. Now here I sit with an ass quietly grazing behind me wondering if it is really possible for me to live here. When I left the security of my job, flat and what I knew in Saudi Arabia I stepped into the unknown, a future yet to be written, paths and directions yet to be taken. Is it possible to be both thrilled and terrified at the same time, hell yes! This was accompanied by a Greek salad, homemade byrek courtesy of Neli, and a nice white wine. I will give this a try tomorrow. I had a machiato there today on the terrace with wonderful views of Gorica and chatted with the waiter who is just finishing high school this year.
I saw the rooms, very nice at 30 Euros per night. Another small hotel called Osumi opened up last year at the base of Mangalem. This little girl at the table next to mine really has her witch face on, I would too if I was the only girl with 3 brothers. I finally got going around I went to the Kala by way of a backroad that took me to the main road. I find it strange that you would get charged just to walk around the neighbourhood up there, but not around Mangalem or Gorica. Anyway, I saw Coach Koc from two years ago who has a nice little restaurant near the entrance.
I explained to him thru Erik, who works with Albania Tours, my situation. Apparently he spoke to the ticket dude so now I should be able to come and go without a problem. Life is not without its frustrations here, but when you know people these frustrations can be smoothed over a lot more easily like today at the Kala. One thing is clear, getting things done here between is not advisable. This is a time for rest. Having said that I did manage to get a Shqip-English-Ship dictionary which will hopefully be helpful in learning more words in Shqip. Gerina and her family will be very busy the next weeks with a relative coming in from Boston.
It seems many Albanians here have family connections in Boston and New York. I finally got my olive oil yesterday, really good village oil. It was good, I have enough for lunch for the next couple of days. It is small shop on the main road through town, but loaded with character as it is decorated with antique coffee grinders and the like. I just want my stuff in NY safe and sound. Can I say how wonderful it is to be able to shower, brush my teeth and wash my clothes in clean mountain water as opposed to that shit water we all had to use at KFUPM, I mean I really feel clean and my clothes feel softer and cleaner too. The water here is very drinkable, Berat is blessed with water from Mount Tomori.
I am sitting on the main street that is closed off to vehicular traffic in the early evening so everyone can come out hang out at the cafes, walk the street, sit in the park etc. I intend to spend more eves here in the hopes that some of the looks of potential interest that I have occasionally gotten will translate into something. I have to say the iPad is definitely a novelty here in Berat unlike Tirane where it is sold and some people have it. His nephew Vangjo is, well he is just really cute. The house is around years old, the three rooms he has are quite spacious, but a lll have beds.
I looked at the place and thought I could really do a place like that up nicely. I also met their kitten who I just call Kitten Unit. At first it was leary of me, but after awhile it warmed up to me, a lot. Lorenc works in Greece as a chef. He has worked there for 14 years, he also sings, he is a tenor. I bought some of their homemade raki and then headed back to my place to shower and have dinner at Guva, the new hotel, pizzeria, cafe in Mangalem that was being fixed up when I was here in He was with a group of Czech tourists staying at his place. I got friendly with them, one spoke decent English so he translated for the other two.
They spent 2 weeks traveling around Albania starting up north in Scutari or Shkoder and spending some days in the Thethi Mountains which they described as unbelievably beautiful, something many a guide book and traveller has said as well. Then they headed down south and the coast then they came to Berat, today they are in Tirane and tomorrow back to Czech. Anyway, we all chatted with Nasho for a bit. I got on the horn, called Vangjo and he came and collected the guys and brought them to his house where they bought 2 litres of raki. Later I met up with the Czech dudes at Guva where we had pizza and drinks with fab views of Gorica.
The pizza was good, but the crust was cooked a little too much, not a major deal, but noticeable, perhaps it was just mine. Anyway, it might be nice to offer some salads on the menu. That said I will be back. There is no AC or ceiling fans so expect to sweat. I met Piero, the owner and some of the local twinks that workout there. Ani, who speaks English was very helpful in translating what I said to his friend Mateo a football player and Piero. They told me about Johnny, a Peace Corps worker here from Chicago and put me in touch with him. We had a nice talk, she is going to put me in contact with an English teacher here who works in the high schools.
She appreciated my gift, a set of Starbucks coffee mugs from Saudi. There is no Starbucks here in Albania so these mugs are extra special. I gave a set to Gjerji and Gerina as well. Now here I am at some cafe with no name sitting under a tree as people are starting to come out for their evening korzo. Jorald just text me from Saudi. I am at White House now sipping a local white with a beautiful view of Gorica gently illuminate in soft yellow hue by the sun setting from the Kala. John came with Katie and Devaughn, all Peace Corps volunteers with Katie being here a year already and John and Devaughn just arriving a few weeks ago.
Dinner was good, the pizzas and the oven baked lamb which was recommended by one of the Czech dudes last night. Talk about a small world, John met up with Xheku not long after having lunch with me and all three Katie, Devaughn and John know Scott. He will finish this after his Peace Corps stint is done. Arani and Daniel Evans amongst others. After dinner Katie went home and Me, John and Devuaghn had ice cream at a cafe on the Giro, the boulevard that becomes a pedestrian only zone in the evening. We plan to meet up on Saturday and go to this dance festival up on the Kala that begins at 7pm.
Over the past couple of days a thought has come to me, more like a metaphorical image. In this image I remember myself as a young boy who would sometimes sit by a pool testing the water, sometimes for several minutes so it seemed before actually making a decision-to jump in or not, more often though to jump in. My being here, now for the third time feels very much like this. I left Saudi Arabia to embark on a new path of some sort, that either involves doing something here, going back to NY and setting down a new career path or ultimately returning abroad probably somewhere in Asia. In regards to here at some point in the next three weeks I am going to have to decide to jump into the Albanian pool or not.
The next logical step is to spend a year here if a job or series of job opportunities presents itselfbeyond that comes buying a house and a full on probably lifetime commitment to being here. Even just staying here implies a commitment to a path that may very lead me to a lifetime commitment or it may not.
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He is stuck in Vlore because his daughter lost the keys to his car! Anyway, my quest for village honey is over, I found some, yey! If I knew getting here would be such a challenge I would have bought a bigger jar of that wonderful Vlore honey at the shop in the Bloku in Tirane. Anyway, I got some, some really nice honey from somewhere around Berat. When I am in Dhermi I will get a big jar of their honey, supposedly it is amongst the best in Albania. He works here everyday from 8am-8m. It was late night. I was with some people from high school. We had to cross Vanderbilt Ave. What a crazy thing to do I thought to myself. The others thought I was suicidal, perhaps I was.
At home at Edgewood Ave I see dad, as he was perhaps 30 years ago giving me a lecture that now I am back in the US I will have to work to make a living. I was angered by this, I am 45 why am I getting this lecture still? Then I see Mom, also as she was 30 years ago. It was so good to see her alive, before all this shit with MS and cancer. We were talking, talking about what Dad said and how I felt, how if things get too much I will leave and find a place of my own as I have always done. The feeling was one of love and warmth. When I awoke from this I started to cry. It has been 2. There were a couple of dreams with her in them just before I left Saudi, but this one really left an impression.
I just got the feeling from this dream that whatever I do here in Albania or in NY or wherever I will be okay one way or another. It must be wedding day today, because another wedding party came driving by horns blaring with groom and bride all dolled up in the back of the wedding car. So it became Tirana or bust. Suspending a route between say Ohrid and Gjirokastra during the winter? In fact, grounds for giving even the most relaxed traveler a panic attack. Thankfully an English-speaking Albanian in shiny high tops saved my day by pulling me into a taxi with the 3 other stranded passengers and we made it just in time at a slightly higher price.
Even though I heard improvements were being made, many of the ones I saw were in seriously bad condition and not anything you should be going over 40 mph on or navigating after dark. Will just have to save that for the next time…rent one out for a party maybe? This was bad news for me because picking up some words and phrases in Albanian would have been very useful considering it was the country where I felt I struggled the most only knowing English, Russian and Swedish. Or noticed, for that matter. Still good to know. For instance, someone might say you owe lek when they really mean you owe lek.