Having researched some of the history of the city of Skopje, you can almost understand the desire to decorate the city in a lavish way (still socially wrong). In the 1960s there was an earthquake, between 6 and 7 on the richter scale depending on who you ask. This destroyed most of the city including parts of the fortress. After the earthquake, relief money was brought in and all the ugly Soviet style buildings were built, and hardly any of the beautiful buildings were left. So many of the projects are to rebuild the old buildings.
Mother Theresa was born here too.
Sunday I went with two others to the gorge and monestrys at Matka. This was a beautiful day out in the nature. We hired kayaks and paddled upstream to a Cave full of bats. It is one of four big caves in the area. Then paddled back while swimming in the cool water on the way back.
One of the highlights of the day was standing by a building discussing whoch way to the monestry, and then realising that we were standing by it. Dumb! But also can be interpreted as being unimpressive. But there is apparently a better one 6kms away.
The evening was spent on the old town where the earthquake did little damage eating food and having some drinks with hostel folk while listening to an amazing cover singer as sang a lot of the script covers acoustically.
Next morning i got up early and went to Pristine, Kosovo with Eric, a guy from the USA I'd been doing some sightseeing with. We left early so we could have a whole day and perhaps visit a second city. When driving there, you come over a hill and suddenly the city is right there and looks impressive. That was maybe the best part. I loathed the city. It was busy and smoggy. A (what we assume was a serb from Kosovo) person spat in my face as he walked past for no reason except that maybe he heard Eric speaking. Luckily I did not respond although I wanted too as he could probably kick my ass.
All in all the city was dull. Very little to do. Did not even have any obvious signs of war which would of been interesting. There was a Bill Clinton statue to honour is help in the fight for independence. After four hours we were on the bus back to Skopje.
Now I am at Lake ohrid!
Joshua
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