Wednesday, November 30, 2011

The Italy - Albania Connection

Geographically, Italy and Albania are practically next-door neighbors. Historically, the two countries have enjoyed (mostly) good relations. Yes, Italy did invade Albania during WWII; but the Albanians don't seem to harbor hard feelings about it. In earlier times Albania was a part of the Roman empire, and it still has the remains of a road (the Via Egnatia) and some ruins to prove it.

At the moment, the Albanians appear to be cheerfully importing Italian food and clothes and energetically exporting immigrants to work and send money home. The Albanian diaspora in Italy began as early as the 15th century when Albanians fled Turkish rule and seems to have continued off and on until the present, with as many as 200,000Albanians emigrating to Italy during the 2000s. Many send remittances to family back home (and some figures show that remittances make up more than 10% of Albania's GDP).

This is all by way of lead-in to an explanation of how I decided to travel to Italy for the recent five-day weekend. Yes - another weirdly random congruence of two Albanian holidays (Independence Day and Flag Day), American Thanksgiving, and the weekend created a five-day hiatus from work. I know, I know but what could I do - the courts were closed.

So off to Italy I went and I don't think I really need to say much other than: 1. Italians truly know how to celebrate the beauty and pleasure of the table, and 2. if ever you go to Tuscany and you wish to avoid the normal tourist haunts, may I suggest spending time in and around Pisa. (And if you do, book at a B&B called "Il Molendino" in Calci. Stefano is a recovering lawyer and Fabiola's tarts are not to be missed).
Display at a slow food expo in Lucca
beans
Dried mushrooms

Pear tart at Il Molendino
Breakfast at Il Molendino
Il Molendino

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Hiking - The Albanian Way

This past weekend I went on an overnight trip organized by High Albania, a two-year-old company that is trying to promote hiking and enjoyment of the mountains and natural environment among the Albanian people. As the company's founder explained to me, when Albanians think of vacation destinations they think of the beach, not the mountains. He wants to change that. I admire his passion and energy, because to say that Albanian wilderness pursuits are in their infancy is an overstatement.

In any event, a good group of about 30 mostly Albanian adventurers showed up at the prescribed meeting place on 7 am Saturday. We all piled into minibuses and a few private vehicles and headed towards the Kosovo border (same route as to Valbone). Our destination: the gorge of Rugova. The plan was to sightsee at Gjakova and Peja on the way up to a lodge near the gorge, spend the night at the lodge, and take half the day on Sunday to hike from the lodge up to an alpine lake.

Gjakova old town
Cemetery at the Gjakova mosque
Spring-fed waterfall outside of Peja
Equipment controlling the flow from the spring (supplying water to all of Peja)

My first hint that I might be laboring under a cultural misconception about the weekend's activities came when we "hiked" up to a very impressive natural spring outside of Peja. We were told that it was a 20 minute walk; yet after about 5 minutes it appeared that I had arrived at our destination. Hmm, I must have made a wrong turn. I went  down and rejoined the group. But no, that was indeed the destination. Well, the estimate must have included plenty of time to take pictures, and I only took a few pictures.

The route to the lodge ascended on a narrow gravel road and past a series of deep gorges carved by the river through the limestone rock. The lodge and its guest cabins sit at the end of that road. We were happy for the wood stoves in the guest cabins and the back up generator that kicked on when the power went out later that evening.

Dinner was the setting for cultural issue #2,when
Cabin at the lodge
all but 4 of the 30 Albanians lit up cigarettes that quickly filled the room with a thick haze of secondhand smoke. Hmm - Albanian hikers smoke just as much as other Albanians.

By the next morning I was desperate to stretch my legs on the promised two-hour ascent to the alpine lake. However, the group immediately bogged down and progress slowed to a crawl. Cultural issue #3 - Albanians do not necessarily distinguish between hiking and strolling. But no matter, a few of us non-smokers forged ahead to the lake, which was frozen and very pretty except for the mounds of trash left by previous visitors. That led me to muse on cultural issue #4 - littering. Several Albanian friends have explained to me that during communist times there was no littering, and so the Albanians' current habits are a reaction against that type of control. At the same time, though, people also express nostalgia for that cleaner, more orderly, era. It's a complicated sentiment that comes up in many contexts. But more about that in a future post.
To the saddle!
Happy to be at the high point

Arriving at the lake after about 30 minutes (see cultural issue #2), I waited for the Bulgarian non-smokers to arrive, and then cajoled them into continuing up to a nearby saddle. From our sunny vantage point several hundred feet above the lake, we heard the others laughing and shouting to each other as they arrived. Someone had even brought one of those old-fashioned Swiss mountain horns and was sounding it. (Boy are they loud.) Cultural issue #5 - silence and solitude are not necessarily an expected part of the Albanian wilderness experience.

As you can see from the photos, though, it was a beautiful day and a pretty spot. Reflecting on my reactions, I have to admit I was disappointed because I have specific cultural expectations about hiking and wilderness, and those are different than the experience I had. However I also reflected that everyone else had a blast, so if I'm going to hang out with the "hiking" group I'm just going to have to get over myself. Because even though we didn't do much hiking, I did get to meet a group of incredibly nice and interesting people. I think the Albanians would say that the company is the important thing, and the setting is just a bonus.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Contrasts

My apartment is in the swanky blokku region of the city. Any Albanian walking these streets will gleefully inform you that during the Hoxha regime this area was forbidden to regular citizens. Here lived the dictator, and the lovely boulevards and villas were reserved for him and his cronies only. After the fall of the regime, most of those villas were torn down so that new high rises could be erected. And what a building boom that must have been - almost no evidence remains of the old structures.
Yikes!


Bird's nest wires
Although I am told that building codes exist, my informants agree that they are honored mostly in the breach. Here are a couple of shots of the electrical wires at the entrance to my apartment.

And yet, in this same city I can walk two blocks and purchase a cappucino and a croissant nearly as good as anything I've eaten in Paris. The person who owns this French bakery certainly has the food figured out, although the miniature Eiffel tower outside the door would be considered over the top by most Parisians.

And those images are really the essence of what I am trying to convey about this place. Tirana wants so much to catch up with the rest of Europe. Exuberantly embracing all things modern and chic, the Tiranians don't have time to sweat the details or follow any proscribed set of rules. They are figuring it out their own way and on their own terms.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Eating Locally

One of my favorite things about spending time outside of the US is experiencing how other cultures relate to food. In that respect, visiting the Balkans is a real treat. Small vegetable stands selling locally sourced produce are a common sight in Tirana and also in the rural areas of Albania.

Most of the fruits and vegetables seem to be grown without pesticides and fertilizers (or at least with less of them) because they are smaller than what I'm used to seeing in US stores. Also, not every piece of fruit or vegetable is unblemished and uniform. They are all different shapes and sizes. And best of all, I've discovered that everything is so much more flavorful than what North American grocery stores offer.


These photos are from the farmer's market in Kotor, Montenegro.
















And let's not forget the local meats and cheeses! On our recent trip to Montenegro, we returned via a scenic road through the mountains. A little ways outside of Kotor we came to a small village that smelled like bacon. Intrigued, we soon noticed several smoke houses in use.

Smoke houses















Soon we came upon a sign advertising ham for sale. Further investigation revealed that the people of this hamlet make an amazing ham - like proscuitto but smoky. And as it turns out, we had eaten and admired the flavor of that ham the evening before at a restaurant where the chef was using small pieces of it to add a smoky element to his Alfredo sauce.







I also noted that the locals were promoting their product for hikers with this "ham trail". Very clever.



So we knocked on the door and the nice woman who lived there showed us her ham and cheese storage room.


Not sure what this is going to be made into


We loaded up. My hunk is sitting in my fridge now and I'm thinking of split pea soup with ham....

Monday, November 14, 2011

Trip Report: Montenegro

Another trip report? Some of you may be wondering whether I am working or vacationing. Well, I am working, but one of the benefits of a multi-national project is a holiday schedule that includes both the US holidays and the Albanian holidays. So we have had two three-day weekends in a row, one for Albania and one for the US.

Happily, J and L invited me to go with them across the border to Montenegro. It is a tiny country with about the same population as Alaska. In terms of history, the area and its inhabitants have a long and dramatic record of changing alliances and borders, and they were one of the few peoples that successfully resisted the Ottoman Turk invasion. There is a small Albanian population there, but mostly it seems the people are proud to be independent Montenegrans.

In terms of visiting, Montenegro has the reputation of being a beautiful place with lovely seaside villages, dramatic mountains, mild weather, and good food. My brief experience last weekend in Budra and Kotor certainly confirmed all those attributes, and for a bonus I also discovered a well-developed trail system. So when I wasn't enjoying the medieval archictecture or gorging on seafood and pasta, I was following well-blazed mountain trails up to the tops of the highest peaks. Alaskan hikers take note: This place would make a great mid-winter hiking getaway!

  I'll let the pictures explain.

Budra harbor

Grilled squid
Budra old town

The village of Kotor is particularly spectacular. The town sits on a very deep harbor which gives remarkable sea access (similar to a fjiord). The old town is surrounded by walls and a moat with the ruins of a fortress up above. Walking around the old town is like going back in time to the middle ages, except with  electricity, running water and quaint hotels and restaurants.
Church at Kotor


 
Ruins of fortress above Kotor

Kotor harbor (note cruise ships!)
Kotor streets
Kotor gate at night
Kotor farmer's market


Looking at the gorgeous terrain surrounding the city, I was hoping to find some hiking. An inquiry at the tourist information booth netted me a small brochure, written in Montenegran, with a rudimentary map that appeared to show some kind of route. Further inquiry of the very kind young women working the desk at our hotel yielded this sage advice: "On foot?? It's not possible! It's too long and rocky! A car is better!!" Well, they were right about long and rocky but wrong about the car. Here are some images from the hike.
I am the small pink dot

Up...
And up...
It turned out that the little brochure was not good enough to navigate by, but navigation was not necessary because all the trails were thoughtfully labeled with destinations, distances, and helpful estimates of walking times.
Can't get lost!

High point

At the end of the weekend it was hard to leave so many trails unexplored and cities unvisited. But I felt particularly glad to see how well the Montenegrans have preserved their cultural and natural assets while still creating economic development from tourism. It's a model that I wish others would follow.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Trip Report: Northern Albania

Last Monday was a religious holiday, creating a three-day weekend and the perfect opportunity to see a different part of the country. My friends J. and L. kndly invited me to accompany them on a trip to the end of the road, in this case a small mountain settlement called Valbona. None of us knew what to expect except from others' reports that the road was passable, there was a place to stay in Valbona, and the hiking was good.

Heading north and east out of Tirana, we passed through countryside that alternated between picturesque agricultural fields and the largely abandoned remains of industrial activity from communist times. Many of the settlements included tidy little houses right next to large concrete communist-era apartment blocks. It was hard for me to tell which structures were empty and which occupied.

Reservoir at Kukes
Soon the sun gave way to fog created by a large reservoir next to the town of "new" Kukes. "Old" Kukes was buried under water when the reservoir was created.















After another few hours and a quick trip on newly made roads across the Kosovo border, the scenery became more pastoral. Rocky peaks began to appear on the horizon. 




 


The road to Bjram Curri


The road was good and traffic was light.
Arriving at the town of Bjram Curri in the early afternoon, we stopped for a perfectly adequate pizza lunch at the local hotel. The place was bustling with many tables occupied by local people out for an afternoon coffee and a cigarette (in the smaller towns the ban on indoor smoking is either unknown or unenforced). But despite the smoky haze, the place had great energy with everyone visiting and socializing.

Right out of Bjram Curri the pavement ended and we began bumping our way along a steep gravel road right beside the river channel heading up to the higher elevations.

Goats on the white gravel road
 The local rock, which is plentiful, is mostly bright white (dolomite?). The effect of the rock in the late afternoon light was luminous, reminding this Alaskan of a snow-covered road next to a mountain tributary.
A fellow traveler
Gorge next to the road



Cabin (next to bldng w/more rooms)
Finally the road ended at the small settlement of Valbona. Although I was told that as many as 8000 people lived in this area during communist times, with winter just around the corner it seemed largely uninhabited. Luckily, the inn was open. Heaters were quickly fetched for our cabins, which had electricity and running water (cold only).   That night we had dinner in the main building and watched a bad American movie on the jumbo flat-screen TV. Although I was a little surprised to see the TV in that rustic setting, the people who live there seemed happy to have the diversion.
The next day we were up early for our hike, which featured spectacular vistas in full fall color.

We had heard of a trail going over a pass into the village of Theth, roughly six miles distant. We were delighted to learn that just the day before, two guides from High Albania (http://www.highalbania.com/) had marked the trail with red-and-white blazes in order to include it in an international inter-Balkan trail system.

After some initial difficulty finding the freshly painted blazes, we easily followed the route, which featured some elevation but no steep grades. Starting at  a little settlement a few minutes from our inn, the trail climbed above brush line into uninhabited and beautiful mountainous terrain.

At the pass
Roughly three miles on, the little trail delivered me to an easy pass improbably situated amongst the tall and jagged peaks. It then continued down to Theth.
The pass again

Dramatic terrain

So to sum up my trip report:  I highly recommend this area, especially in the fall, and especially now that the trail is blazed.