Gjirokaster, the birthplace of Enver Hoxha. A place of many conflicts from the middle ages through to the late 20th century of the common era. Now one of those unesco heritage sites.
Views of the town and valley from the walls of Gjirocaster Fortress, which in itself was totally boring.
A view of the Gjere mountains, snow capped for most of the year.So after walking around the fortress for an hour or so, it was time to break away from the pack and go solo, that really is the only way to see places.
The socialist emblem of the eu flying. Albania is in the process of trying very hard to join this quango and reap the benefits of the financial contributions of richer countries.
Early evening, I guess the locals prefer to stay at home, and avoid the tourists, but I guess still too many people shit scared to travel because of the covey, so the town struggles on, local artisans doing what they can to eke out a living. I did my best to support them buying a couple of wooden key rings I will never need, but will make nice secret santa gifts I'm sure.
Alas, the "vintage" cowbells would have been too heavy for my luggage allowance.
There is that fortress at the top of the snap
With 70% of Albanian territory being mountainous, it is little wonder the streets are quite steep, and no doubt the cobbles get quite slippy in wet weather: Gjirocaster has a hospital!
And cars with good brakes: Gjirocaster has several motor vehicle repair shops!
I was thirsty, I needed refreshment, an Irish bar is always worth popping into, often to the scorn of fellow travellers. Snobby bastards.
I entered, I turned around and left.
Hint: to be an Irish bar, get Magners at least in bottles if not on draught. I like your teddy bears though.
Bye.