• Michelle Eichenberg

In the Heart of the Balkans

Going on the first trip on my own since Sri Lanka in 2019. This time I'll visit the rather unknown Macedonia and Kosovo, and make it a roadtrip. もっと詳しく
  • 旅行の開始
    2025年6月27日

    Let's Fly, Let's Fly Away to Skopje

    6月27日, 北マケドニア ⋅ 🌙 25 °C

    I couldn't sleep the night before the trip (as usual), so it was no wonder that I woke up pretty sleepy and with a headache. I worked half the day and said my Goodbyes to my colleagues, before I packed all my stuff and dropped Aluna off at Marv's. She turned from being super tired from the hot weather to very agile when sensing I'd leave her there. She hates being separated from her just as much as I hate it. But I can't take her with me everywhere, not when traveling by plane anyway.
    Everything worked out amazingly smooth, I caught my train, and it was on time, even 1 min early. Unbelievable, I know.
    Flying with Lufthansa from Frankfurt is the easiest thing, honestly. When you enter the airport, you can just drop off your baggage on the right hand side where every wall is plastered with a huge yellow Lufthansa sign. It took me two minutes to get rid of the luggage and then I was free to roam the Terminal. So that just means that I went straight to the security check, and rightly so. It took me nearly an hour because I was queuing at a machine that was claimed to be broken when there were only two people left in front of me. So I had to re-queue, what threw me back at least twenty people. And just when there were again two people left in front of me, the old machine was working again and everyone behind me quickly re-queued yet again. It's really laughable tbh. I didn't mind too much, as I still had plenty of time. The last step before settling down was done in yet another minute, as I just had to scan my European passport and could go right through. No long queue there. I love the EU for that, honestly.
    With nearly 2 hrs left before boarding, I watched the newest Polcevita video (finally a good show again that she's commenting on) and scrolled on Instagram until I saw all the latest shit about F1.
    Boarding time came and went and nobody announced boarding. Half and hour later - 8 pm, when my flight should have taken off - they finally called out our flight. I'm way too German with such things. Really, I need the flight to be on time, I need to get my rental car today!
    On the plane, I had the luck that the daughter of a Macedonian wanted to sit at the window, so that she and her dad switched to sit next to her sister and the mother sat next to me - with the middle seat free between us hehe.
    In front of me sat another little girl that couldn't be older than six. I was admiring her beautiful thick, black lashes when I realized she was wearing mascara. And her nails were professionally made! She gets better treatment than me! Good for her, though. I'll do my nails again when I get back home. Or maybe it's so hot all the time that I'll flee in the air-conditioned realms of a nail studio and treat myself. Who knows.
    After my ears hurt for at least 30 min, we finally landed in Skopje. The luggage took forever, and I was just constantly checking my watch, because the rental station would close in less than 10 min. Finally, I got my luggage and hurried out to the entrance hall. The voucher said I'd be picked up there. But nobody was there. Did they leave already? Shit. I got quite nervous and asked multiple people about someone with an AutoUnion sign, but nobody has seen anything. I finally decided to call the number that was on the voucher but it didn't work. I couldn't hear anything. I was about to give up and get myself a taxi when the number called me back. Yesss, they'd pick me up in 5. Awesome.
    I quickly made a U-turn back to the rental car guy inside the airport whom I've just asked about the AutoUnion, and asked him whether he'd recommend changing money here. He just scoffed and shook his head. "They take 20% more than usual. Don't do it when you don't need to." That was definitely a very good piece of advice that I followed blindly.
    Back outside, a car with a huge AutoUnion written across it arrived. The driver was nice and we chatted on the way to the rental station. I asked what I should definitely eat around here and he suggested Ajvar (already know that pretty well due to my dad liking it very much because of his childhood holidays in Croatia), and Tavce Gravce (speak Tavsche Gravsche). That is a vegan baked beans dish. I don't fancy baked beans that much, and especially not when it's like 40°C outside, but maybe I'd try it.
    At the rental station, two absolutely adorable little puppys brought tears to my eyes in an instant, when I realized they were stray dogs. I didn't think that would be a problem here, bjt then again I didn't really prepare at all before coming here, so who am I to say that? I hate seeing stray dogs. I shortly played with the thought of just throwing the two dogs into my rental car, but I figured that wasn't going to end well. I'd never ever get my security deposit back if there were multiplying fleas in the seats, and the doggos would miss the street. And also...I couldn't take them back with me just like that. Instead, I settled to just pet them a bit. They were so friendly and cautious but yet very curious and sniffed my luggage for food immediately. The lighter one reminded me so much of Aluna (and Mila, the puppy in Egypt I adopted for the time being there), that my heart was crying rivers. I focused and went through the whole contract stuff for the car before jumping into the Opel Corsa. I love rental cars. They are always so new and fancy. This one connected to my phone immediately and I had my GPS and Spotify on the big display. That luxury I'll never have with my own car, but I most certainly appreciate it being on holidays.
    The way to my first apartment, I had to tackle a few challenges. First of all, I had to pay Maut and didn't know and went through too far. So I had to reverse with this rather unfamiliar car the first time not in a wide open space - no. Rather in a very narrow space, another car behind me. Lovely.
    But it was all good and the Maut only cost 65 cents.
    The next challenge was that Google somehow brought me to the wrong address and so I had to reverse yet another time. This time though, it was not only narrow, but there was a cliff I could easily go down. In the middle of nowhere. Great.
    These two challenges tackled, I finally arrived at the apartment. It was huge, but the air was stuffed. I immediately opened all windows, before I saw the air conditioning in the living room. My saviour. That on, I showered away the traveling of my body and then decided to sleep on the couch in the living room so I didn't need to sleep in the bedroom that was still way too warm. That was fine as well.
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  • Free Walking Tour in Skopje

    6月28日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    The night, I slept rather poorly, as I was constantly in a state of falling asleep on the couch, waking up to change for the bed, falling asleep there, waking up again to get myself a wet towel to put on my legs, and falling asleep again, just to wake up 2hrs later to wet the towel once more. After that, I felt unsurprisingly awful, but no time as the present. So I picked myself up, eating the sandwich from yesterday as breakfast, and spontaneously decide to join the Free Walking Tour at 10 am anyway. I hurried, and found a parking lot nearby. Unfortunately, I was only allowed to park there for 2 hrs. Fortunately though, I'm pretty creative, so I just took a photo of the QR code and hoped that my phone would spit out the link later, so that I could "re-park" my car there (spoiler: It worked brilliantly, I've extended it three times without a problem - and it was cheap as well: 65 cents per hour). I hustled myself to the starting point of the tour and got there just in time. Dean, our guide, welcomed me, so did a ginger named Seth from Texas, studying History in Istanbul, later on his way to the Painted Mosque and Tirana, who I randomly stood next to. As you've probably figured, we got a bit into talking later during the tour.
    Macedonia has a very rich history, beginning with its name. At the moment, it is officially called The Republic of Northern Macedonia, but the citizens just say Macedonia. Why is it officially Northern? Because the Greek have protested the name of Macedonia, as this was a whole region back in ancient times, when the Greek were still mighty. So, as Macedonia is situated in the North of Greece, the Greek suggested as kind of a compromise that the Macedonians should call themselves Northern Macedonia from 2019 onwards. Stupid, said Dean, as Macedonia is one of the most southern countries of the Balkans and the Greek have lost their power many centuries ago. But due to the political power Greece had with being a part of the EU, they were overruled. A pretty similar thing went down with the Macedonian flag. Nowadays, it is a rather abstract yellow sun on a red background, symbolizing the shed blood and the sun - duh. Before that, they've had a similar flag with a real sun as a symbol but yet again, the Greeks had to intervene. It was a Greek symbol, they stated, and won yet again. The Macedonians don't really care, though, they often use both flags as a kind of rebellious act. Patriotism...
    These two rather unimportant problems "solved", the regime of the country thought, everything was sorted. After all, Macedonia has left the former Yugoslavia unharmed and without any battle, gaining their independence on September 8th, 1991. However, Dean has shared quite a few pros to the former socialist government, as there being free health care and education, very well-established political relationships between Tito (the one-man-show behind the unity and Socialism in Yugoslavia basically - I'd actually like to read his autobiography, he seems like a proper character, saying "No" to Stalin and coming out alive as one of the fewest people) and therefore better opportunities for going abroad.
    Nowadays, the citizens have to pay for every bit, and you see many homeless people that didn't exist before in Yugoslavian times. But, at least you can protest the corrupt government now. Dean told us that he's been going to protests himself since he was 18 years old (now his about 45), and never once saw any change. What a catastrophic mirror he holds up for any democratic country out there (talking to you Germany...).
    There are lots of big statues all around Skopje and Dean explained us just how to make out from which period of time they come from. When they include half naked, Adonis-like men, and made of white stone/marble, they are most likely representing the Ancient history of Macedonia. They are not coming from this time, but you get the gist. The next period, was the Ottoman rule (1371–1913) which produced many men with moustaches and beards, as this was the normal masculine attire back then. Last but not least, if you ever see clean shaved, stern looking men - congratulations, you've found yourself a statue from the Yugoslavian time.
    If, however, you see an old lady with a hood on, it's most definitely a statue of Mother Theresa. She was born in Skopje, but left when she turned 18. She went to Ireland, as she was learning English there to bring Christianity into the world properly. After a few years, she moved to India, where her world-famous work with orphans was mostly done. She only visited her home country a few times after that. Once was in 1963, after the horrible Earthquake has shaken the city to its grounds at exactly 5:17 am on July 26th. How do I know the time so exactly? Well, everyone can know it. Just look at the old main station clock. The building is still there, and with it (as a reminder for everyone) the clock, that stopped when the Earthquake hit its hometown and never continued working since. Honestly, the building of the train station doesn't look interesting at all, but knowing this fact actually sends a shiver down my spine I look at it now.
    As many of the buildings (and lives for that matter) were destroyed in 1963, the country wanted to build new things for the city. That was the start of Project 2014 (beginning in 2010), which saw 136 new buildings and statues built to give Skopje a new glow and tourist attractions. As you can imagine, this cost a ton of money. About 500 million to be precise. In a country with lots of people without proper work or enough money, this project has literally split the nation and was hardly criticized. If I may add my opinion: I think it is an utter waste of money to build statues from people nobody asked for, or buildings that are way more pompous as anyone would ever need them to be. How many lives could have been changed for the better with this amount of money? Instead, fragile (I guess male) egos have been fed yet again and the citizens of Macedonia have lots of unnecessary stuff standing around now that they can protest in front of now. At least they have a new background for their unheard critique.
    One of the new statues is rather interesting, though. It depicts two saints: Kyrill and his religious brother Methodius. They have invented the first Slavic alphabet in the 9th century - Glagoliza. Before that, there hasn't been any kind of written language for Slavic. The letters look a lot like hieroglyphs to me, tbh. Kyrill has invented Glagoliza so to spread the Orthodox beliefs easier - of course. A long time after that, the Cyrillic language has been invented by students of him, naming it in honour of their mentor. Cyrillic is based on the Greek letters, and has bits and bops of Glagoliza in it as well. As a language enthusiast, I thought that statue was rather fascinating - but for an actual understanding of the history to these figures, an explanatory sign in front of the statue itself would have been great. Otherwise, who actually looks at the name tags of these and, if they don't know them, looks up why they could possibly have earned themselves a statue? Right, only the über-Nerds (not to say that I haven't been one of them before, just that I usually don't take the time for it).
    Next to the rather new old-looking buildings, there are also actual old buildings in Skopje. For example, there are the old Hans that have been used as accommodation for the traders. They came with all their caravans and animals, closed the huge doors and shut themselves inside it to rest. They used to be free to use for up to 3 nights, nowadays, they are used as restaurant location or girls' school. One of them has actually been a hotspot for Techno freaks, as they've staged lots of Techno parties in them until Covid came around. As they are located in the centre of the Old Bazaar, where nobody lives at, it was the perfect location for loud buzzing music. Speaking of Old Bazaar: You can treat yourself to literally anything there. Formerly divided in guild streets (like jewellery, which is the only one still kind of existing, weavers, blacksmiths, etc.), they house anything nowadays. For example, some very nice restaurants where you can get some traditional Macedonian food. The national dish is Tavce Gravce, made from beans and 100% vegan. You can add something like potatoes or sausages and un-vegan it, however. It's mostly eaten during winter, but you'll definitely find it on the menu in the Old Bazaar restaurants.
    Our last stop on the tour was the very peaceful Sveti Spas which has a wooden tower and an altar that has been lowered into the ground. The tower isn't very high, either. Why? Because there is the Mustafa Pascha Mosque and its minaret was supposed to be the highest of the town. For centuries, it had been, but now there are obviously skyscrapers around. Good effort, though.
    And with that, Dean said his dearest goodbyes and made sure we all knew his contact details if we'd have any other question regarding Macedonia during our stay. A really great tour guide, honestly. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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  • Exploring Skopje and Surroundings

    6月28日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    After the tour, I stayed a bit longer to ask Dean some questions about the other cities that I'd go to in Macedonia. And another older woman did, too. I overheard her saying she wanted to visit the Kale castle, so I asked whether I could join her. She was happy with me joining, so we made our way up the hill in the stirring heat. Her name is Beverly (like Beverly Hills, and damn right she is a diva!), she comes from Atlanta Georgia and travels for 6-7 months per year being retired and all. It is so freaking inspiring meeting people like her. She's been in 119 countries so far and usually travels alone and via hostel hopping and buses to save money. As much as I really hate hostels and buses, I love seeing the dedication. We wandered the Kale castle and then visited the Mustafa Pascha Mosque. Luckily, they offer scarfs at the entrance, so that we could adjust our attire and then go inside the mosque. I've actually never been in one before! I liked the atmosphere in it, it was very peaceful and calm. I kinda liked that there is carpet on the floor and you could walk barefoot. It made me feel more connected to the place. I also liked that the interior isn't as pompous as in a lot of Catholic churches. Just nice little ornaments that look really pretty - totally enough and definitely not a waste of money like all the gold in Christian churches. I also liked that they have water stations outside where you can wash your feet (or, if it's as hot as it was today, your whole body) and drink. Of course, there is a separate women's section which I really dislike, but I don't have to practice the Islam like that, so I won't criticize that right now. It's too long of a conversation (or rather heated discussion).
    After that, we made our way to the Bohemian district of Skopje to the Chardak restaurant which Dean has recommended to us. We talked about how most people don't understand us with the travel bug and how we spent so much money and time on it. One story of Beverly made me laugh really hard. Once she told her sister she'd visit Europe and her question was: "Where do they even pee?" Apparently, she thought we all wouldn't have proper toilets but rather only holes in the floor to shit through. And mind you, Beverly's sister has three Masters degrees and is therefore well-educated. But that showed yet again, that there's nothing like the teacher named traveling.
    "But many Americans just don't travel outside the States because we have everything there. Lots of different landscapes, cities, history, animals, nature." Beverly said, and I understand the sentiment. Also, it doesn't help that Americans usually only get 10 days (!) of holiday per year. Wtf, 10 days! How in the world can this be legal, like honestly? If somewhere I'd only get 28 days, I would decline. I think it's against humanity. Even when you don't like to travel... But you need time to rest as well, even if you're just sitting home in your garden or in a park. And then the Americans can't even take sick days or else they won't get paid. And this country calls itself the greatest in the world... I'd say this is the greatest kind of propaganda I've ever heard.
    At Chardak, I ordered myself the traditional Shopska Salad, which is basically made of lots and lots of cheese, cucumbers, onions and tomatoes. It's delicious and very filling. I also got some zucchini chips with some yoghurt sauce and they honestly tasted so good. I gotta have to try this back home. And for dessert I ordered a Trileche cake, which Beverly knew from her time in Mexico during Covid. In Mexico it's more like a pudding, though, whereas here it was more bread-like.
    The huge salad, zucchini chips, Trileche and a bitter lemon only cost 12 € - insane!
    When our tummies were filled, Beverly and I decided to call it a day and parted ways with a hug. I'll definitely keep an eye on her Instagram (@roundtheworlddiva).
    Back at my car, I was happy to see I did not get any ticket, so it worked just fine extending the parking from afar (or just nobody came checking, but I'll never know). I hopped in the car and drove to the St. Panteleimon church which is halfway to the Millennium Cross. I decided against going there, as the last gondola ride was already gone. Instead, I enjoyed the view from the little holiday village right on the opposite side of the church that showcased lovely traditional Macedonian houses. I adore these stonewalls!
    Then I drove to the Green Hill Lounge Bar and enjoyed a very tasty Mocktail there. I love traveling on my own. I can just spend the time as I want to.
    At around 6 pm, I left for my apartment and went grocery shopping on the way. I got myself some börek with spinach and cheese inside, Ajvar, Smetana and some other treats. I'll have some more traditional Macedonian food for dinner (and breakfast and lunch, as it turned out to be quite a lot of börek).
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  • The Natural Beauty of Matka Canyon

    6月29日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    The next morning was an early rise again, as I needed to check out and get to the Matka Canyon early. It was only a 30 min drive from the apartment, and I was pleased by the absolutely beautiful scenery in front of me. Wow! You had to park quite a bit down the hill, but the stunning surroundings made the walk to the boat trip worthwhile. Dean told us yesterday, that we should choose the boat trip of the second company, as they were the only ones having a permit to enter the cave Vrelo. As I definitely wanted to see that (and lower my body temperature for a couple of minutes), I did as he told us. As they were still waiting for more people to arrive, I had 20 min to wander the path along the mountains. These views... What an amazing place to work at.
    The boat trip was really pleasant (I've grown to like boat trips quite a bit during my time in Copenhagen), and the cave was fascinating.
    After 1 h, the tour was over and I made my way back to the car to drive North and cross borders to Kosovo.
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  • Crossing the Border to Enter Kosovo

    6月29日, コソボ ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    It didn't take long to arrive at the border to Kosovo. There was a 20 min stop-and-go which drove most Macedonians and Kosovo people mad, but I didn't really care. I'd get to the other side sooner than later.
    When it was my time, I gave the police officer my passport and the green card I've bought back at the rental station. It was basically the allowance for me to take the car to another country. He asked me about my plans in Kosovo, I told him I'd visit Pristina and Prizren, and he let me go. The whole interaction didn't take much longer than 30 sec. Very pleasant.
    On the other side, empty highways greeted me, which resulted in me arriving very soon at my next destination: Gadime Cave.
    I had to wait another 25 min for the next tour, so I went back to my car, and ate the remaining Börek with the self-mixed Ajvar-Smetana sauce. Cold and with an empty stomach, they tasted even better. It has been such a good idea to take the two small lunch boxes with me.
    I went back in time to get myself a ticket for the cave entrance and overheard the two guys behind me talk German. I could never escape them, it seemed. When it was their turn, the guy spoke Albanian, so I knew he must be a local. That came in quite handy, when the tour guide came along, leading us into the cave and only talked in Albanian. Lucky overhearing Me, I asked the guy immediately, if he could translate that to German for me. He was rather surprised, but gladly translated everything the guide said during the tour. The cave was found by a landowner digging while building his house in 1966. When he realized how massive that cave was, he contacted the government and professionals arrived to discover it further. In 1976, they officially opened the now protected cave for visitors. We could see around 500 metres of the entire 1.260 metres of the cave, and lots of interesting formations were scattered across the whole cave. I'd never call myself a cave-enthusiast, but I do really find them fascinating.
    After the tour, the guy, his friend, his grandparents and I talked more about my travel plans. His family has a house in Prizren, but he (and his German friend) lived in Germany, being just on a holiday in Kosovo themselves. They recommended Prevalle to me, a small village in the Sharri Mountains National Park, as well as Brod, further South. I wrote it down and made a note for myself to definitely go check these places out. If locals recommend you stuff, you should always try to do them.
    We parted ways with a handshake, not knowing each other's names. Maybe it would have been good to exchange contact details or to ask whether he would have liked to give me a tour of Prizren himself. Then again, he must have been like 16, 17, and I didn't want to spoil his holiday. It was already very kind of him to mimick the translator for me during the cave tour.
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  • The So-Called Divided City Mitrovica

    6月29日, コソボ ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    As it was still only like 2 pm, I decided to drive to Mitrovica before checking into my apartment in Pristina. Mitrovica is a city in the Northern part of Kosovo, and I've read that there might be tensions as due to the feud between the Serbians and the Kosovo people. In the North, there live more Serbians and more police are patrolling. I walked around the city centre, on my way to the Iber Bridge. As I've read, this is the "dividing" bridge between the southern and the northern part of Mitrovica. It's only accessible for pedestrians, but there is no problem going from one side to the other. There is no division, it's just a completely normal city with normal people. I did see more police and KFOR patrolling, but they seemed very relaxed themselves. I crossed the bridge to get a good shot of the Miner's Memorial on top of the hill. I quickly weighed my options: Either I could climb up that hill to take a picture of this monument close up and maybe a city overview as well. Or I could go back and sit down in a nearby café and treat myself to some much-needed iced coffee. The decision was made in a heart beat, and I turned back around to search for a café. However, my quest was stalled by a cute little puppy that was lying in front of a coffee shop sign, breathing heavily. I knelt down and gave her some water. She gratefully drank it, and then something rather odd happened. We started to play. I don't even know how it got to that, but we played around for at least 10 min, until I sat down on the ground, in the middle of the pedestrian zone. The people must have thought I'm crazy. But that is the beauty of only being a tourist. I'll never see these people again, I don't have to mind them thinking I'm a lunatic. And the doggo was just the absolute sweetest, crawling on top of me, letting me pet her in every possible position of her on my lap. She was very easy-going with people for a stray dog. "She just knows I'm a total dog person and that I'm awesome," I thought to myself smuggly, until she suddenly stood up, apparently having enough played and cuddled, and walked straight into the open door between two cafés. Wait... wasn't she a street dog? Was she just normally dirty, but belonged to someone? But I've seen her by herself further up the road on my way to the Memorial! Did she fool me in thinking she's a stray? Or did my prejudices betray me? I'll never know. I was still very happy to have had such an intense dog encounter. I was missing Aluna like crazy, and it didn't matter whether the doggo has been a stray or not, I just hoped our encounter made her as happy as it made me.
    Walking down the street, I sat down at a café where the people couldn't have seen me being a lunatic. I ordered an iced coffee which was delicious and downed so quickly, I ordered some lemonade and carrot cake afterwards. I cooled down a bit, before finding my way back to the car and then drove to Pristina.
    Honestly, the traffic in the main city as well as the streets there are insanely horrible. I hated it and was super glad when I arrived at my flat. Luckily, a SPAR supermarket was just across the street, so that I easily bought myself some dinner. As the apartment had a sandwich maker, I treated myself to some toast with Ajvar (of course), pickles and cheese. Yummy.
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  • The Youngest European Capital - Pristina

    6月30日, コソボ ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    I woke up early, as usual, and made myself some more sandwiches for breakfast and for the day. Then I left my very lovely little apartment in Pristina behind, and parked nearby the main square for the walking tour.
    The guide came 5 min late, which wasn't the best first impression, let's be honest. With me, only 2 other women attended, one retired with 50 (!) from Alabama, the other an Australian who wanted to find a job in Germany. It was a weird vibe with such a small group and the guide (I wanna say his name was Ashtrid, but I'm not entirely sure anymore), but I think that was mostly due to the guide. I read that if there are less than 4 people attending, the guide has the right to cancel the tour, which is definitely fair. But he didn't use that right, so we started our tour.
    Pristina is the youngest capital of Europe, being "born" in 2008, when Kosovo declared its independence. Before that,
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  • Driving through the Sharri Mountains NP

    7月1日, コソボ ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    After my nap, I decided to jump in the car and drive to Prevalle. The road there was magnificent, the views absolutely breathtaking. I stopped every so often to take pictures. Holy shit, this place was just stunning.
    Arriving at 1.800 m above sea level in Prevalle, I decided to just turn around again. It was way too hot for anything, even at such heights. So I drove back to the hotel again, taking the view in as much as possible. With now driving downhill and a descent of 6%, this was much easier said then done, having to break every 5 m. But I made it back into the even hotter town and went back into my cool room to have another nap. This heat just sucked all the energy out of me...
    Later, I went back to the Barleti restaurant, ordered the exact same but Sprite instead of Macedonian beer and the food without olives. It tasted just as good as yesterday. Lovely.
    A quick stop at the Souvenir Shops, and I cuddled back into the sheets of my hotel for the last sleeping session for today.
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  • Literally Through the Middle of Nowhere

    7月2日, コソボ ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C

    This morning I left Prizren to drive South towards Brod which was recommended to me by the guy at the Gadime Cave. The scenery was really breathtaking over and over again. There were basically no people around, and the ski resort that dominated Brod was vacated. Therefore, the ski gondola did not work either, so that I couldn't go up the mountains - I most definitely wouldn't go by foot, it was like 40 degrees. Instead, I enjoyed a coffee and the river before driving further South, as I wanted to arrive in Mavrovo (back in Macedonia) today.
    The next three hours were then basically just green hills (I nicknamed it the Teletubby Land because I was convinced they would just peekaboo me any second) and canyon woods. First, the road was paved, but then there was an end to the asphalt. There was a huge pillar with the Kosovo flag on top, and after that just a gravel road. So, I guess that was the border then. Back in Macedonia, baby.
    Funny. If you'd want to, you could just drive along this road and without any border control get into Macedonia / Kosovo...
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  • Back in Holy Macedonia

    7月2日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    Finally, I was back in civilization and came out of the Mavrovo National Park. As it was still early evening, I decided to drive a bit further South to visit the Sveti Jovan Bigorski Monastery. It was quite a nice monastery but they held a parrot there, which I really didn't like, especially because the cage was so small and the parrot didn't look amused at all. Poor guy.
    I quickly made the rest of the way to my apartment and discovered another lovely church directly located at the Mavrovo Lake. I couldn't go in, but I could climb the bell tower which was really cool.
    The long drive tired me out, so that I just got some food and then checked into my lovely little apartment, enjoying an early night in.
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  • National Treasures Mavrovo & Debar Lake

    7月3日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    This day was rather slow. In the morning, I just drove around the Mavrovo Lake, put my feet a bit in the warm water and then I went back into my cool apartment, eating some ice cream.
    In the afternoon, I drove to Debar, the city giving the lake its name. It was a nice drive, but I was very low energy the whole day and it was way too warm, so I didn't enjoy it as much and was very happy when I was back in Mavrovo.
    The highlight of my day was meeting two absolutely adorable dogs that I named Marble and Iron. I gave them a bit of cheese and water, and hated myself for not having more food with me. But I did what I could, and the doggos lifted my spirits indefinitely.
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  • All the Way to the Ohrid Lake and Beyond

    7月4日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ☀️ 30 °C

    Today I left the Mavrovo Lake and National Park behind me to drive further South.
    My first stop was at the ruin of the Archangel Gabriel Monastery which was really atmospheric and chill.
    Then I met a doggo gang in Struga and fed them all the cheese I had. I have actually bought some extra cheese just to give it to strays whenever I'd come across some, and I didn't have to wait long. There were about 6 or 7 doggos but only two were brave enough to eat from a strange girl wearing an Oscar Piastri McLaren Cap. The bravest one seemed to be quite young and wouldn't take the cheese directly from my hand. Maybe he had bad experiences with that? He might have learned that it's forbidden to take food directly from a hand. Fair enough. I just threw the cheese at him and his friend, while the others just kept ignoring me. Struga is a really nice place to just chill and relax at the lake, however, I'm not someone to chill at the beach. So I just enjoyed a Frappé, before I jumped back into the car and drove further South to Razdova, the most Southern town at the Ohrid lake before Albania.
    There I found the cutest of restaurants that offered me the worst coffee I ever drank. It tasted absolutely horrible! Apparently, they made it the Turkish way, leaving the coffee at the bottom of the cup. Why would you do that?!
    Anyway, I couldn't stay any longer to discuss the disgust about the coffee, as I had completely forgotten that I had to check in until 4 pm. I quickly texted the apartment and it would be fine if I'd arrive at 5.30 pm as well. So I quickly jumped back in the car and drove to Ohrid.
    After having some dinner, I walked the promenade away from the center of Ohrid and really enjoyed the warm, but not too hot night stroll.
    The night wasn't as pleasant, though. Apparently, it wasn't such a good idea to eat the Ajvar I bought the first day and transported it in the hot car every time I moved (although I always made sure it was cool during the trip). Or maybe the Burek weren't so good as I had to prepare them in the pan instead of the oven because the apartment didn't have one. Maybe it was a combination of both. Anyway, my stomach didn't like any of it and got rid of it. Those were some very exhausting two hours.
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  • A DogGo*od Bye from the Balkans

    7月6日, 北マケドニア ⋅ ☀️ 36 °C

    I woke up early and made myself ready to leave for the airport. I usually have mixed feelings going back home. On the one hand, I'm sad to leave as I want to continue on to explore new things. On the other hand, I'm getting tired of all these new experiences and I want my routine and especially my dog back. These strays were a very good substitute, but nothing beats my doggo.
    So I packed all my stuff and left Ohrid behind, driving through another part of the country that I haven't really been to before. I really enjoy all these amazing views that I get driving around Macedonia and Kosovo, I really do. It's such a nice change to just city or fields or woods in Germany all the time.
    When I arrive at the rental station, I'm greeted by the two little pups again. They look even thinner than a week ago. They are so freaking adorable, I just want to buy them a whole supermarket worth of food. If I'd come there with my own car, you bet I'd take at least a handful of dogs with me to Germany, no matter the costs.
    But I couldn't do that, so I scammed my whole luggage and gave them literally everything that wouldn't kill them - about 8 muesli bars, 6 Strudel cookies, both upper halves of my sandwiches (on the lower parts were tomatoes and I really couldn't risk poisoning them), two apples (they actually really liked them) and a third of my pretzel sticks (that was all I had left).
    I got into talking with the rental car guy and he was very sweet. He said that they'd still need names. For the darker one, the name "Joker" just came to me in an instant, and as they are two brothers, I wanted them to obviously fit together , so that I named the lighter one "Poker". Was that lazy? Maybe, but I don't care.
    We cuddled the doggos and I crushed his dreams about Madagascar actually resembling the movie. I learned that he used to be a professional League of Legends gamer and he's never been to Kosovo. It was a very pleasant chat, but finally the time came (and more people), so we drove to the airport. With my Goodbyes, I made him promise to take care of the doggos and always feed them. I hope he stands up to that.

    The flight had 40 min delay as there were some discussions whether we'd fly via Italy or not (I didn't get the gist why) so that we arrived at 6.30 pm in Frankfurt. Therefore, I had to take a later train and I was only at 10 pm in Göttingen. It was so weird sitting back in my car! But the tongue-y welcome of Aluna was very familiar 😜🥰

    Songs of the trip:
    - Basically the whole F1: The Movie playlist but especially "Just keep watching" by Tate McRae, "Drive" by Ed Sheeran and "Grandma calls the boy bad news" by RAYE
    - All of the Katseye songs but especially "Touch", "Gameboy" and "Flame"
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  • Karlsbad - Absolutely Gorgeous City

    9月27日, チェコ共和国 ⋅ ☁️ 12 °C

    I checked into the little guesthouse I'd stay for the night and drove on to Karlsbad afterwards. Luckily, I've found a parking lot for free only 15 min walking from the promenade, so that I could save the money I had already spent on the wheel-clamp for the next dozen park tickets.
    I didn't know what to expect of Karlsbad at all, but when I arrived at the centre, I was baffled. This part of the city was absolutely stunning. Such a beautiful place. All these buildings were so gorgeous - I don't want to know how many millions, if not billions were standing in front of me. This city was just oozing "wealthy" from every cobblestone. And I get that it's super touristy and pricy, but just walking alongside the river, I really enjoyed the views. Everything was super clean and calm as well.
    I honestly am not a big fan of cities. Most times I just think "Ah, another human filled place that tries to be somewhat unique but fails". And mostly, I'm just interested in nice graffiti and murals I see around because that really makes a place special. But here? Idky, but the tranquility of the city gave me everything I wasn't even looking for during the day. It really was a very nice end to the day that has begun on such a wrong foot. Thanks for that!
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  • Finally Back in Germany

    9月28日, ドイツ ⋅ ⛅ 17 °C

    Today I didn't wake up wheel-clamped, so I just checked out like a normal person and drove on to finally get back home.
    Luni and I only stopped once at the Geiseltalsee which gave us a nice break.
    After another 2 hrs and a stop for petrol, we finally arrived back home. Yeah. Now, I need holidays. Good that I'll be gone again in one week for #40 haha.

    Songs of the trip:
    Basically every song by StrayKids, but as I always have to choose:
    Drive - Bang Chan & Lee Know
    Charmer - SKZ
    Insomnia - SKZ

    Special mention to the book Drei Fragezeichen und Die Auferstehung. Surprisingly good and addictive 👍🏻
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    旅行の終了
    2025年7月6日