None of us knew much about Macedonia, so we didn’t know what to expect. The only things we knew about this country was that it had been part of the former Yugoslavia, and, trusting the British guy we met in Split, that the lakes in the south were really nice.
Still travelling with the French couple, we left Albania through the south part of the Ohrid Lake. Indeed it was very nice, but it was cold and rainy. Luckily we found a summer resort, closed because the season was over, and we could sleep in the porch of one of the restaurants.
The next morning it was raining even harder, so we had our doubts of staying one more night or leaving, but at the end we decided that some water was not going to harm us.
That day we climbed one of the highest mountain passes we’ve climbed till now, in the Galicica National Park. It’s so suppose to be very beautiful, because we’ve heard that is possible to see the two lakes from here. Well, I don’t doubt it, but it was so cloudy and foggy that we could barely see 10 meters in front.
We continued and we were in luck, its apple season! And farmers are so proud of their own product that they give them to you to try. I think in just one day I ate more apples than in the rest of the year together. And we still had some for the next day!
We took the wrong turn coming down from the mountain, but we ended up sleeping in the garden of an old retired couple who had lived in Germany for 25 years. So communication was again possible (till a limited point, because my German is not so good).
The neighbors spoke English and the invited us Rakia, of course, and to some fruits and vegetables that they grow right there. I really like people of the Balkans, they are so friendly and helpful, I can’t believe they have such a bad reputation among people who have never been here.
That night we run out of food, so the next day, with just an apple we hurried to Bitola, to be able to buy something for breakfast. We got a bit lost (not sure whose fault was it, but I remember a French guy leading), so at the end we got there around noon after 50 km. At the first supermarket we stopped bought lots of stuff, and ate it right at the door. We were so hungry!
In that city we stayed two nights. The four of us sharing a room was really cheap, in a cheap country. We rested one day, and we enjoyed just walking around. We tried to get some things to fix Javi’s bike, but the products didn’t seem that trust worthy. And in the evening Robin played the Spacedrum in the streets. I liked the idea too so I played a bit, it’s fun to play music in the street!
To avoid the mountains Javi and me decided to keep going south, so we continued with Ophelie (whose English is getting better by the day) and Robin. Once we got use to each other’s company, it’s hard to say goodbye.
On the last day we were in Macedonia we heard some music coming from a town close to the road. As we are not in a hurry we went there to investigate, and the town was celebrating that they had finished building a church, after 3 years of construction.
We were immediately invited, and our Macedonian flags were very welcomed. They insisted on us dancing on the table with them, and offered us to stay in that town for the night. So we decided to sleep there. The party kept going for a long time, but we were tired and as usual we went into our tents not long after the sun had set.
The next day we took it easy, it was going to be our last day riding the four of us, so we preferred to go talking and enjoying the way. We spent our last Dinar on the last beg town, and we crossed the border.
As we were going to separate on the first road crossing we hurried to find a place to camp. We had to cross a river thought a wooden bridge, but we found the perfect spot. Quite far from the road, and there were even places where people had done fire before. So we did a nice fire and we had a really nice evening, both to celebrate we were in Bulgaria and as a goodbye party.