July 12
Hello everyone!
I’m spending most of this summer in the south-eastern corner
of Europe. Aside from Scandinavia, it’s the one region of Europe I am yet to
properly explore. You may also know this area as the Balkans.
I wasn’t exactly sure what counted as ‘Balkan’ and what was
seen as ‘eastern Europe’ so I took the liberty of looking it up. Many sources
state that it is countries that lie on the Balkan peninsula, i.e. the bit of
Europe that sticks out at the bottom right moving towards the Middle East on a
map, that are classed as Balkan. You can look at the link here and the map
below rather than me listing off all of them: more than I thought.
It turns out that I’ve visited many of these countries
before, most recently Greece last year but also Slovenia, Serbia, Romania,
Bulgaria and (European) Turkey on my grand Interrail trip in 2008 as well as
Croatia both then and in 2012.
The part which is currently unbeknown to me is the south-western
part of this peninsula. It is here, specifically in the land abbreviated to FYROM,
in which my latest summer adventure begins. FYROM is an abbreviation of Former
Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. We’ll just call it Macedonia to save time.
Do you know of anybody famous from Macedonia? I have to
admit it’s one of the few countries in Europe which I wouldn’t be able to name
a single footballer who originated from there. There are a couple of famous
folk whose roots are firmly planted in this landlocked country and are proudly
celebrated in the capital city of Skopje.
The Warrior statue which I'm 99% sure is Alexander the Great |
The statue of Mother Teresa |
Alexander the Great, legendary warrior and builder of one of
the largest empires of the ancient world, was originally known as Alexander III
of Macedon. That would have been a giveaway. The airport which we flew into is
named after him; more impressively, he is (probably) represented by the main
statue in Macedonia Square, the capital’s main social meeting point. Towering
26 metres above the ground, he is able to stay dry when the fountains erupt
beneath his pedestal.
The fountains seem to run constantly during the day and are part of a light show at night |
More surprising might be the fact that Mother Teresa was
born in Skopje and spent the first eighteen years of her life here before
emigrating to India. I always thought she was Albanian but reading up on the
topic has led me to learn that this was the nationality of her parents. If I
get to Albania on this trip I’ll be sure to find out. Meanwhile, back in Skopje
her house – one assumes, looking at the picture – has been renovated and made
into a museum. Adorned with a statue, naturally.
The Mother Teresa house in Skopje |
A statue celebrating the role of women in Macedonian history |
The Archaeological Museum in Skopje at night |
A bridge of statues depicting famous figures from Macedonian history |
Some of Skopje pre-dates independence from Yugoslavia
(achieved in 1991), such as its lovely stone bridge joining the old and newer
parts of town. Don’t worry, both sides have plenty of statues to stare
quizzically at. The old town shows a significant Islamic influence with its
towering minarets and narrow streets in a bazaar.
The city is in a valley, with the older side dominated by
the high walls of a fortress. It works well as a fortress; we found it very
difficult to get out once we were inside.
Almost all visitors... |
The hill on the other side of Skopje is steeper, taller and
adorned by a gigantic cross. It is the largest Christian cross in the world,
built around the year 2000. Funnily enough, it's called the Millennium Cross. When the rest of the city is dark, it is
illuminated so brightly that it looks like it is floating in the night sky. It's possible to hike up to the cross if you have sufficient time. We settled for hiking halfway before taking a cable car the rest of the way. The views of the surrounding forests are stunning.
The strange buildings…the creation of a modern concrete
jungle along a river…the mass of statues…the Cyrillic alphabet…people sounding
Russian when they speak…I can’t stress to you how much Skopje reminded us of
Astana, our previous home in Kazakhstan. Even the supermarket is the same!
Skopje is a strange one. Two streets away from the
glistening fountains and stylish, open-air restaurants you can find shambolic
structures and pot-holed roads. The lavish spending on certain aspects of
Skopje may bring in more money in the future but as of now it seems grossly
unbalanced. This concrete jungle is an interesting place. Just beware: there’s
always a statue watching you…
Love you all
Matt
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