Well we had a very eventful journey to Skopje today. We turned up
at the bus station to find the "bus" is in fact a minibus, and chock
full, so there's even a passenger sitting shotgun between the driver
and his mate in the front seat.
The driver seemed to lose his concentration completely after the
first stop (did he have a beer or six perhaps?) and thereafter was
completely unable to keep his eyes on the road for more than two
minutes. He's look at the scenery to one side, then jerk the steering
wheel back to get back in the lane. Then he'd last another thirty
seconds before deciding to have a good look at the girl in the
Over the four or so hours of this, we had rather a lot of near
misses: either veering off the road into the barriers (where they
existed) or into oncoming traffic. Then, of course, there's the
ridiculous blind-corner overtaking maneuvers, with several near
Well, if we needed any convincing that we're in the Balkans, this
was it! Sofia and Skopje are only 300km apart or so, but the journey
took 5.5 hours.
That said, there are advantages to being in the Balkans. The food
is better, with kepabci and burek. Then there's the
essential Balkan character of the people: fun-loving, charming and
light-hearted. Makes a big change from the more stoic, staid attitude
of the Eastern Europeans.
So we made it to Skopje. We'll be here a couple of nights and
then head down to Lake Ohrid. My phone doesn't work in Macedonia or
Albania, so if you need to get in touch in the next couple of weeks,
call or text Holly's number.