I
don't know why, but I had wanted to come to Lake Ohrid for awhile now.
It looked so beautiful with its surrounding mountains. What I didn't
count on was the town of Ohrid - it's a wonderfully cute little old town
on the side of a mountain. Part Ottoman again, with narrow streets,
lush gardens and beautiful views.
But let's start from the
beginning. When I went to sleep last night, it turned out that instead
of a pillow, there was a brick about half a meter high in the bed. Since
I can't sleep without a pillow, I still gave this brick a try. A few
hours later I gave up, but by then I already had a headache. I turned my
softest clothes into a pillow and slept with semi-success until seven
o'clock. Well, like during my backpacking days at the Kuala Lumpur
airport, where I slept on the floor, with my head either on a backpack
or a pile of clothes. In any case, I wrote a nice letter to the
apartment owner and asked for pillows instead of bricks. At 10 in the
morning, new pillows were available.
We went to the hotel
restaurant next to the apartment building for breakfast. Once we had
finished our eggs and were ready to ask for the bill, two cakes trileche
arrived on the table - with greetings from our apartment owner. These
cakes were significantly better than what we ate in Montenegro.
We
had planned to go hiking in the nearby nature park, but since I wasn't
feeling very well after such a night, we went to the city instead - we
walked in the old town, went to see the church, took pictures of geckos
and finally walked back home.
I went for a run, finally a
coastline, where I could run along the beach just as far as I needed.
The views are so beautiful. About a kilometer before the end, a light
sprinkle started and it made me walk instead of run over the last
bridge, because the pavement was so slippery even when not wet. Of
course, that didn't stop me from falling on my butt. At least it didn't
happen on higher speed.
When we went for dinner, I discovered a
DM advertisement on the street and of course I had to go there. We
thought it would take about 30 minutes on foot, but since it started to
rain, we still went by car. Good decision, because 20 out of 30 minutes
we would have walked in pitch dark ghetto. How this DM opened its shop
in such a location probably remains a mystery. A year's supply of
cosmetics is now stocked again.
We had parked the car in the back
corner of the parking lot, because there weren't many slots available.
When we came out of the store, one of the local douchebags had parked
his car exactly in front of ours. We could have rolled our car out of
our slot on its side - this was the width available. There was a woman
in the next car who would have had enough space to get out, but she was
probably not a very confident driver, so she called her brother to
reverse her out of there. The brother arrived, spread his arms that
"Macedonia..." and drove his sister's car out of the parking space. At
the same time, the driver of the car that had parked us in came out, got
into the car and started driving away. However, the woman's brother was
a cop, walked up to the window, showed him his document and told him to
turn into an empty parking space. The last thing we saw as we drove
away was the douchebag opening the car's back for the cop.
