Onwards now to Macedonia. But first Albanian back roads where the road side stalls and children sell an abundance of fruit. The tomatoes we had eaten in Shkodar were probably the best tasting ones we have ever had.
Some things are constant. Some things evolve. Heading South, road quality had evolved in a negative sense - it was still fine as we have had good training in East Asia but it's certainly getting a bit rattly. In Italy the national dish is as we all know Pizza. In Slovenia the national dish would also seem to be Pizza. And Croatia. And Montenegro. And Albania. Some things stay constant. There was French Pizza on the menu in Macedonia?
We had our standard paperwork prepared for Macedonia but had not bothered to check exchange rates etc, so we took out a random sum and headed for the Macedonian beach for lunch after a totally uneventful and sleepy border crossing. Macedonia is land locked, so the beach is on a lake and we were now in Russian/ cyrillic territory with Pekopah for restaurant. Still not getting used to so many people smoking in restaurants.
We are now in Bitola, Macedonia's second city and have just dined outside two mosques whilst drinking a bottle of Macedonia's best Rose and surrounded by girls in crop tops and tight jeans or dresses with a call to prayer as the background music at a restaurant called Grne but spelt rPHe. Welcome to cyrillicism. This is just like when we started in Uzbekistan last year.
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