Albania – Enjoying Europe without the costs and the crowds.
Article by Carol Probst, December 2012 issue.
(Photo) Lynn and Carol Probst at the Skanderbeg Museum Kruja«.
While waiting in Rome to board our plane to Albania in May of 2012, I got into a brief discussion with an Albanian woman who was living in the US. She was returning to Albania to visit family and asked if we had relatives or business dealings there. When I replied “Neither”, she responded “Then why would you go?”
My heart sank. Not her, too! This was what my husband and I had been hearing for months from family and friends, and I wondered if my decision to visit for a week was a big mistake.
The decision certainly was an impulsive one, conceived after reading a short but enthusiastic write-up in ITN (Jan. 12, pg. 4). The subscriber extolled the beauty and historical attractions of Albania while recommending the services of Albania TravelNet (Tirana, Albania; phone +355 694073477).
In my opinion, much of Europe has become too crowded. Albania was a country not even on my radar; in fact, I was uncertain of its exact location, so, I reasoned, it surely must have fewer visitors. I was seized with the urge to visit it.
When my husband, Lynn, agreed, I contacted Enea Kumi of Albania TravelNet to arrange a private tour. Knowing very little about the country, I gave him virtual carte blanche with the itinerary, though I emphasized that we loved ethnic food and were interested in natural beauty and historical attractions, not shopping opportunities.
Arriving in Albania
Tirana International Airport was a pleasant surprise ” modern and clean” and Enea was waiting for us at the gate. He spoke English fluently and his car, a Mercedes, was almost identical to the one we had at home. This had to be a good sign!
In Albania, bus transportation is limited, and trains are sad-looking specimens only three or four cars in length, covered with graffiti and with missing or broken windows. Our only remaining option was to travel by car, and, Lynn and I agree, it is imperative to utilize a guide/driver. Even some of the major roads in Albania could easily win our annual Pittsburgh pothole contest. Moreover, portions of their State Road are almost disintegrated. (We were told that a new highway was under construction.)
Traffic is such that patience and daring are necessary to cross the boulevards in Tirana, and in the villages there were narrow streets where folks parked with impunity. Most cars had nicked side-view mirrors or worse.
Equally challenging, directional signs were scarce and it was not always easy to find English-speaking Albanians, especially in rural areas.
On the last afternoon of our trip, while returning to Tirana we encountered a 2-hour torrential downpour. As the car slowed to a crawl, Enea appeared unfazed and I, sitting in the backseat, was enjoying the rain-swept panorama. However, my husband, up front, had no illusions about the road conditions and later told me they were terrifying. Thank goodness we had a skilled driver who was familiar with the roads.
Contrary to our family’s fears, we found the country safe for visitors. Albanians adhere to the Kanun, ancient laws of conduct, one of which addresses the treatment of guests.
To paraphrase, when someone knocks at your door, he must be graciously admitted. Not only that but the host is totally responsible for assuring his guest’s safety and happiness. Failing to do so results in loss of bessa, or honor. This translates to a very protective attitude toward visitors.
Enea recalled one incident where a Czech visitor had his camera stolen. The entire police force was mobilized and such a fuss ensued that the Czech ambassador finally had to step in to insist they call off their manhunt. Thieves, well aware of these policies, tend to leave tourists alone.
And here’s the best part: Albanians seem to really like America. (Enea attributed this to Woodrow Wilson’s championship of their independence and, more recently, America’s role in helping to end the Serbian ethnic cleansing of Albanians in Kosovo.) We were stunned to see a statue of George W. Bush in the tiny village of Fushe Kruje commemorating his 2007 visit there.
I can’t tell you how many folks asked about our nationality and then, when Enea responded, Americanos, burst into big smiles of welcome.
When we visited the beautifully painted Et’Hem Mosque in Tirana, the local Imam overheard us talking. A pleased expression spread over his face and he began an animated conversation with Enea, apparently insisting that we take photos not only of the mosque, itself, but of the most treasured artifacts it contained.
We found the food in Albania to be absolutely delicious. Influenced by Greek and Turkish cuisine, it features local seafood, meats and produce.
Yogurt sauce with cucumbers, rice-stuffed grape leaves and spinach pie in phyllo dough are foods I had enjoyed in the US, but in Albania they were transformed into something amazing! The seafood was incredibly fresh, and the roasted meats and vegetables were really yummy!
I could detect hints of oregano, cumin, fennel and cloves in the huge portions we were served. (Enea explained that Albanians take pride in serving so much food that something will always remain on the table.)
Our most expensive meal was at the Aragosta Restaurant in Durr«s. After selecting fish for grilling out of a big ice cooler, we sipped wine and watched a glorious sunset over the ocean. The total cost? Forty-eight dollars for two.
Conversely, our cheapest dinner was in a tiny caffee run by Hotel Gjirokastra, where the three of us enjoyed a 5-course feast. The bill came to just $16.
During our tour we had but one request for dining: to enjoy traditional foods in restaurants where Albanians would eat. Under this stipulation, Enea took charge of the menus, and I can honestly say that we savoured every bite and usually were too stuffed for the delicious desserts a sad conundrum.
And what about the natural beauty we were seeking? Well, Albania has that in spades.
Located just north of Greece, the country boasts the same dramatic coastline of cascading villages perched on mountains that plunge into the sea. The difference? There was no traffic or jostling with other tourists for the best viewpoint or patch of sand. (Although, to be fair, perhaps May was not the best month to assess the beach crowds.)
Even away from the coast, I found the landscape fascinating. Arid mountains, streaked with erosion, were ablaze with yellow bushes of broom and pink and purple wildflowers nestled in rocky crannies.
Blue Eye, the most famous of Albania’s more than 200 springs, located approximately a half hour from Saranda, was also lovely, its clear waters deepening to an electric-blue circle that resembled an eye at the center of the spring.
The two of us really enjoyed Llogara National Park, where, at 1,100 meters above sea level, we stopped at a cafÃ© atop an overlook. An approaching storm had cut off all electricity. As the only customers, we were served mugs of delicious herbal mountain tea (heated over a small gas burner) while our table by the window provided front-row seats to nature’s show.
Clouds, at eye level, rushed through the pass on their way to the valley below, then, just as suddenly as it had started, the storm ceased, the sun broke through and the coastline appeared beyond the valley. Magical!
On our first night, Enea brought us a great bottle of wine from the Cobo Winery near Berat. Lynn asked if we could swing by to purchase more bottles when in the area.
Cobo Winery is situated amidst cultivated vineyards at the base of Mt. Tomorri. There, we met the owner and his family, took a quick peek at the wine-making process and admired the flower-bedecked tasting rooms (and, of course, bought some wine).
Later on our tour, a chance encounter with some of Enea’s relatives led to a wonderful interlude. Ensconced on their veranda overlooking the sea, we sipped homemade raki, a potent national drink, while nibbling on freshly picked loquats.
Another surprise was Albania’s architecture. I must admit to having low expectations, since Communist rule in other countries seems to have produced a plethora of unattractive concrete buildings and apartments. Despite some evidence of this in Albania, there were certainly buildings worth noting.
The main square in Tirana was designed by the Italians, who occupied the country during World War II. Broad boulevards suitable for parades are lined by grand Italianate buildings decked out in hues of gold and orange.
The small hillside villages seemed to have been spared from Communist reconstruction along with the UNSECO World Heritage Sites of Berat and Gjirokastra. The latter, as the birthplace of Enver Hoxha, was declared a museum town during his rule, effectively preserving its original architecture.
The Ottoman influence was strong there, and a number of kullaa (tower houses) still exist. A replica of Hoxha’s home, furnished and decorated in the traditional manner, features the rich interior details and fabrics typical of the kulla.
Towering over the town is an ancient fortress that was seized and enlarged in the 19th century by the infamous Ali Pasha. In the early 1930s it became a prison, remaining one for over 40 years. It now serves as a military museum.
Overcast skies and drizzle befitted this unsettling place. Inside, the occasional bare electric bulb cast an eerie glow, and looming out of the shadows were tanks and artillery guns.
A museum on an upper floor held additional weaponry as well as a compelling statue of an Albanian resistance fighter’s last moments.
Before I talk about Albania’s historical attractions, I must give a disclaimer: for sheer Wow! factor, Albania’s most famous ruins, Butrint and Apollonia, pale in comparison to those we’ve seen in Ephesus, Turkey, and Jerash, Jordan. However, under Enea’s tutelage, we began to appreciate the complexity and beauty of these Albanian treasures.
The extensive complex at Butrint reflects its occupation by numerous civilizations, each culture building over and/or incorporating the buildings of the previous one. We saw a number of ruins, including Greek walls and an amphitheater (sixth to fourth century BC), Roman baths (second century BC), a Byzantine baptistry and a necropolis from the sixth century.
Moreover, unlike in Ephesus, there was a minimal number of tourists (one busload and a few independents) and there were pleasantly shaded grounds.
Apollonia, centered around the Temple of Apollo, was once the second-largest Greek colony in Albania. It continued to flourish under Roman rule as an important port city until an earthquake in the third century rerouted the nearby river.
Although excavation began during WWI, progress has been slow and, supposedly, only 10% of the site has been uncovered, including an ancient theater, a library and a stoa (marketplace) with a cistern. A 13th-century monastery on site houses the small museum.
Wildflowers were sprouting amongst the stones, and we practically had the whole place to ourselves. I counted eight other people.
However, the prize for the leasta number of visitors goes to the second-century Roman amphitheater in Durres. There, the three of us were totally alone!
Located in the middle of the Old City and only half excavated, houses still abut one section of its crumbling walls. Exploring the exposed cavea (subterranean cells), created out of a system of stone arches, was fascinating and something we have never been able to do in other amphitheaters. An added bonus was the Byzantine chapel, converted centuries ago from part of the original structure, which still retains the ancient mosaics on its walls.
Albania has amazing old Orthodox churches and monasteries as well as museums filled with icons, frescoes and mosaics. It is hard to pick my favorite.
Perhaps it is the church in Berat with its gilded interior, wonderfully carved wooden iconostasis (the screen between the nave and sanctuary) and icons by the famous artist Onufri.
Or maybe it’s the ancient Ardenica Monastery, near Fier, which contained ornate light fixtures, a gold polychrome iconostasis and a plethora of beautifully preserved iconography. Or, perhaps it was the simplicity of the tiny church and graveyard in Dhermi that held the most appeal for me.
Lynn and I came away with a new appreciation for Albania and its people. Enea gave us a lot of insight into his country and its history, which he supplemented with visits to the National History Museum in Tirana and the Skanderbeg Museum in Kruja«.
Except for some in Tirana, we saw very few beggars. Bathrooms were clean, and, even though we originally had no intention of shopping for souvenirs, a few bazaars were too tempting to pass up. We found prices to be reasonable, and the vendors were hopeful but not aggressive.
In addition, when Enea learned of our interest in art, he arranged for an impromptu visit to a private gallery featuring the works of the famous Albania painter Sali Shijaku.
All but one of the hotels on the tour were 4-star, and each of our rooms had a great view. The Tirana International Hoteloverlooked the city center and Skanderbeg Square. Our balcony in Hotel Aragosta, in Durres, was actually perched above the beach, while both Hotel Vlora International in Vlora andÂ Hotel Vila Duraku in Saranda afforded ocean views.
The only hotel without four stars, the inexpensive Hotel Gjirokastra, was probably our favorite. It was filled with antiques, furnished in the Ottoman style and featured window and bed coverings created from the town’s famous lace. Oh, yes ” its view was of the nearby castle. (I hesitate to even mention this place, as it has only a few rooms. What if we want to return?)
Our experience with Albania TravelNet was extremely positive. All e-mails were answered quickly, and the company has guides fluent in a number of languages. Our tour was seamlessly run by Enea, a very knowledgeable individual whom we came to regard as a friend.
We found Albania to be a scenic respite from the crowds of Europe and a bargain, to boot!
International Travel New Magazine articles about Albania and our services.
“Returning to the homeland: Albania” – published in ITN travel magazine.
Published in the October 2013 issue , pg. 52
Written by JACK DINI
My father emigrated from Albania 100 years ago and, although my family kept no ties to the homeland, my wife, Anne, and I had been thinking about going there for years. After reading Carol Probst’s artic
le Albania Enjoying Europe Without the Cost and Crowds(Dec. 12, pg. 36), we got in touch with the guide she recommended, Enea Kumi.
The view of Berat, Albania, from our hotel. Photos: Dini
Enea, from Albania TravelNet , was easy to communicate with and offered us a variety of options. His tour price was considerably less than those of other companies.
Major cities we visited included Tirana, Berat, Saranda«, Korca«, Durres and, in Macedonia, Ohrid. Our favorites were Berat and Ohrid.
Albania wasn’t what we expected. It is quite modern and has some of the most beautiful scenery we’ve seen anywhere. The people were quite friendly. One can even drink the local tap water; we never opened bottled water the entire trip.
On the negative side, the roads outside of the major cities were chock-full of potholes, making driving a real challenge.
We saw many 2-man police patrols on the roads checking drivers for their registration, the condition of their vehicles, etc. We were never stopped, and we think it was because I was in the front passenger seat wearing my baseball cap and sunglasses, which said, loud and clear, “American tourist.”
Berat, in south-central Albania, has a wealth of beautiful buildings, pine forests surrounding the city, towering snow-covered mountains on both sides and a 3,000-foot-deep gorge cut by the Osumi River. The river divides the city into three parts: an Orthodox section, a Muslim section and the larger part of the city which is newer and mixed.
We”d read about the concrete bunkers that supposedly line the hillsides of Albania. Built for military purposes, it’s been claimed that during the 40-year rule of Enver Hoxha, more than 700,000 bunkers were built. We covered over 600 kilometers on our visit and did not see more than 100 bunkers. Enea said many have been destroyed and that Hoxha had used an inflated figure to impress potential invaders.
The bunkers that are left provide some character to the landscape and are an important historical landmark. We hope they are kept for future generations (and tourists).
We spent two days in Ohrid, Macedonia, beside Lake Ohrid, which lies between both countries. Notable for once having had 365 churches, the city is rich in picturesque houses and monuments.
Although we’d been exposed to icons before, we learned more than ever about them on an in-depth tour of St. Mary’s church in Ohrid, which has an art gallery displaying 43 of the most beautiful, expensive and unique icons in the country.
Something else notable in Ohrid were small galleries (workshops) displaying art crafts. We visited facilities where folks made copper products, woodcarvings and paper.
Our tour ended in Durres, Albania. We hadn’t had to use umbrellas the whole trip, but after visiting the amphitheater, we strolled the city on our own and got caught in a heavy downpour.
We found a place to stand under cover and eventually realized it was a caffee, so inside we went and ordered a coke and tea. Before we were ready to leave, a young man came by and paid for our drinks. We tried to pay, but he would have none of it. What hospitality!
“Albania, Macedonia & Montenegro”.
Published in ITN magazine, in the December 2013 issue , pg. 13
Written by NYCK WIJBRANDUS
East Petersburg, PA USA
Like Jack and Anne Dini (Returning to the Homeland: Albania, Oct. 13, pg. 52), my companion and I also followed the advice of Carol Probst (Albania” Enjoying Europe Without the Costs and Crowds, Dec. 12, pg. 36) and took a tour withAlbania Travel Net (Him Kolli str. 35, Pallati Agolli, Tirane 1003, Albania; phone +355 42247518) and guide Enea Kumi.
We toured Albania, Macedonia and Montenegro, Sept. 28-Oct. 8, 2013, and found Enea’s services to be excellent. Since that information has already been discussed, I thought ITN readers might like to know what they’re likely to find in these countries.
First, you will find you are not alone anymore. We regularly saw Asian tour groups and a variety of European tour groups at the more popular sites. In Ohrid, Macedonia, we discovered menus in Dutch. It turns out that regular charter flights run from Amsterdam directly to Ohrid between May and October.
In Montenegro, which uses the euro even though it is not an EU member, Russians are very busy buying apartments and villas by the sea. Billboards in Russian are everywhere in Kotor and along the coast. As a result of this increasing tourism, prices are rising, although they’re not near Western European levels yet. Local beers are still cheap, $2-$3, but house wines can prove to be surprisingly expensive, at $7-$8.
In Ohrid, a simple evening meal of two chicken in a bowl for dinners along with two glasses of house wine and a local beer cost $27. No appetizers or dessert. An excellent meal but no bargain!
Although the hotels we stayed in were uniformly good, and most were charming, family-owned operations, the quality of breakfasts could vary. Bread was plentiful and usually excellent, but toast was difficult to find and sandwiches were nonexistent. In some cases, the hotels prepared all the fried eggs in advance, resulting in cold eggs for breakfast.Byrek (stuffed pastry) was also served cold.
Fruit was plentiful and fresh and served with all meals. Pure orange juice did not seem to exist, but blended juices were good.
In no room did we find tissues, although almost all had hair dryers. Bathroom facilities were modern, but most showers were designed without doors.
Particularly when traveling away from bigger cities, facilities could get more primitive; a couple of packets of toilet paper in the purse could come in handy.
The ability to do stairs was critical. Towns, monuments, fortresses and hotels almost always involved stairs. Only two of our hotels had elevators. A charming hotel in Kotor’s Old Town had us on the third floor. My companion refused to do them more than twice a day; she’d walk down once in the morning and up once in the evening.
Travel times were deceptive. Coastal roads very curvy and up and down over hills were time-consuming, and the limited number of good roads necessitated frequent backtracking to go in other directions. The maps make the drives look easy. Don’t you believe it! To avoid getting bogged down in endless driving, it’s better to scale back on how much to see.
Safety was never a concern, even after dark and in the big cities. Common precautions apply, of course, but we never felt uncomfortable, even when walking back alleys after dark.
The Tirana airport was modern and efficient.
Despite these minor drawbacks and cautions, we had a great trip traveling through beautiful country with an excellent guide.