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The store is open, which Looking for a friend close in peshkopi could see from our vantage on the hill. The shop owner has spent the preceding 20 minutes smoking a cigarette and looking in the general vicinity of our camp. He opens a fresh pack of Turkish coffee, lights the stove, and pours the boiling liquid into two small ceramic mugs. He offers Adult fun in taoyuan of us a slim cigarette, turns on the TV and selects an English-language music station. He quietly retreats to keep watch behind the counter. Again, he will not Looking for a friend close in peshkopi money for the coffee.
Instead, we buy a few packaged croissant at his store. The road ends a quarter-mile after the store. Only three or four houses line the road beyond our camp. I ask for clarification that in fact it is not passible with a truck. At first, the path is steep and muddy, rutted by horses and cows. Then, it is rocky, like a narrow old wagon trail. It becomes more level and smooth, rounding the hillside like an engineered rail trail. Finally, it diverges into several narrower tracks, footpaths and cattle trails. We select our path via the GPS, which actually indicates a trail up the mountain. At the top, we encounter a series of small dirt roads, broad grassy meadows, and a cemetery.
We navigate a network of dirt tracks upward. Passing through the community of Kodra, I stop for some water at a house. In moments, a young girl is fetching a Twerking on dick porn videos can to fill our bottles. The older woman, weathered but no more than 40 years old, takes Lael by the hand and seats both of us inside. She suggests, offers, insists that we will have some coffee as she lights the stove. The wood stove in the center of the room is warm, and a large pan of milk sits atop it.
I admire the space and the hand-carved wood panels which make the walls and the cupboards. The building has settled over the years, the ceiling is sagging. The floors are dirt, there is a television in the corner. We poke and prod at the silver cylinder on the floor. It is powered and purring. A sanitizer for canning? Eventually the woman opens the machine to stir it and reveals a quantity of milk, on its way to becoming yogurt. The table is populated with bread and butter, yogurt, cheese, and one spicy yellow pepper. Two glasses of milk arrive, and two coffees.
And then we eat, and everyone watches. The neighbor children arrive to watch, as does an older woman who smiles a lot and makes conversation with us in Albanian. Everywhere in the Balkans, Turkish style coffee is prepared on a small high-heat burner. The recipe seems to call for sugar and coffee and water in equal proportion. Only the size of an espresso shot, it should take some time to consume, often up to an hour or more. The road trends upward with the gentle curve of the hills. Ridable rural dirt provides us with some of our happiest moments on the bike.
We can talk and think, and for only a few minutes at a time serious attention must be paid to the ride. Juniper berries, ripe and ready to become raki. An assortment of dirt roads and cattle trails take us to our pass. We have several options down the mountain. With several hours and warm weather, we shoot for a longer route to another road further south. This should bring us another ft higher. A large concrete structure stands atop one of these mountains, most likely an old military facility. The three-way border of Albania, Kosovo, and Macedonia is nearby. In recent history, this was simply the border between Albania and Yugoslavia.
This will be our highest point in the Balkans, and in Europe. At the top we break for some olives and almonds and admire our good fortune. An array of concrete bunkers loom at grass height. We sit quietly in the grass for a few minutes. I indicate that we are from Alashka, Amerika. I point towards Greqia. The GPS indicates a track of some sort. There is a feeling to the grassy hillside that makes me think we are following something, but the complex of cattle trails is deceiving. Nonetheless, we can see where we are going. Much of the steep meadowy hillside is rideable in a switchback pattern, although a bit technical.
Immediately, the paved road climbs toward a pass. In time, the men at the next table warm up to our presence and ask where we are from. They buy us another round of beers. They send a plate of feta and olives to our table.
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We remove our shoes on the porch. We all sit down, drinks are procured and seats arranged around a small table taken from the corner. The room is large with a kitchen along the far wall, and couches along two walls. No permanent dining table is present. Plates and piles of food are growing on the counter. The oven light is on. The men in the room, and Lael, are drinking and smoking and talking. We are instant friends. Dinner arrives, piece by piece, beginning as a hearty meal and growing to a modest feast, and then, an epic feast. At one point, Lael is filled to the brim. She sips a glass of water and pokes at some cucumbers and tomatoes. Someone reaches across the table to pile more meat and potatoes on top of her heap of food.
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We cook the remaining sausages in my framebag, cut vegetables and cheese, and make a palatable expression of a bunch of two-day old food and plastic grocery bags. It is not long before the sound of young boys enter our space. We hear them, and soon, we see them. Nine boys are standing within feet as we consider eating lunch, trying to eat lunch. Most of the time, young boys and dogs are best at sensing or expecting our presence. Young boys are often the most talkative. But not these boys, not yet. But we point and shoot and learn a few Albanian words as they share their English vocabulary with us.
Lael assumes the role of English teacher, which she declares is much more productive in Albania than it was in France where she worked for seven months. Soon, they are asking for pictures to be taken in front of the monument. They become boisterous, fighting and laughing with one another. Some boys are older, and some younger; some are extremely talkative and organize the group, while one boy does not talk at all. The energy in the group grows to a high. I pull the bag of acorns from my bag to offer a snack. They plainly refuse, an official policy I suspect. Instead, I ask them to show me how to shell the nuts. Then, I ask for their help to shell them all.
Soon, nine boys are almost quietly shelling my acorns, although most of them will not eat the nuts. A few boys eat some. The Drin valley is the lowest part of the district. Mineral ores such as chromium, sulphur, and marble have been discovered in the district. The name of Peshkopi is derived from the word peshkop meaning bishop in Albanian. Bulgarian maps of the eleventh century show the town under the name Presolengrad. The seat of the Episcopate would later be relocated, but the town of Peshkopi retained its name.
Peshkopi is referenced as early as the fifteenth century under the name Peskopia. By the beginning of the sixteenth century, the Ottoman Empire had completed its conquest of Albania. The population of Peshkopi was almost completely Muslim by In an Ottoman barracks was built in Peshkopi, housing up to 8, soldiers. Albanian armed bands Albanian: Albanian forces retook the city on September 20, A Bulgarian army invaded Peshkopi on January 1, The Austro-Hungarian Empire, an ally of Bulgaria, brought an army to Peshkopi on April 12, and engaged in punitive house-burnings and executions throughout the region in an attempt to quell local resistance. The Bulgarians and Austro-Hungarians departed the area in September Italian forces invaded Albania inreaching Peshkopi on April