How bazaar
Well here I am again. Another wrap up of a day in Macedonia. Perfect weather and the rain doesn't hit until I'm back home relaxing and able to enjoy the sounds of the drops hitting everything in their fight with gravity. It's a good hard rain, and I'm not out on my bike. Especially with that lightening and thunder. I may go in our room and lay on the bed just to listen to the thunder.
Another night of being wiped out from a full day. We biked for 45 minutes starting at 8:15 in the morning. So by 9am I was done.
We stopped and rested for an hour, and then biked some more. The first ride was cool because we went along the same route as yesterday, next to the river by 10 feet. Then we went even further to a part along the river I hadn't seen before. The big businesses ended and a tree lined area appeared. Next time I can't wait to go even further and see where the trail ends.
The second ride was in an area we had only gazed at before. It was at fort on a hill. Which looked like it had pretty grounds to explore on another trip. We actually went up there by accident, trying to get to the big bazaar. Getting from up there to the bazaar was the most amazing part of my day. We left the bustle and normal roads. We were at the top of a steep hill and saw deserted looking streets with old time uneven roads of stones and blocks. Thanks to google maps on a cell phone, we knew the direction we wanted to go. The area we went through was like stepping back in time.
The streets were so quiet that we clearly heard all the squeaks and squeals of Ron's tires. His bike had quite a range of octaves. The few women we saw had the head scarves on. The men looked at us like we were an annoyance. Narrow streets that were near empty, and it was just exotic. We thought we had to go farther to get to the old bazaar, but it is so big that we found it a few short blocks from where we had started down the hill. It's just a maze of small connected buildings.
I took some good pictures, let me show you. Each one show so much, if you ask me. There are mosques all over here. After we left the bazaar we heard a loud chanting/singing over a loudspeaker. In the States I would think a concert had started nearby. It sounded really neat. It went on for maybe 5 minutes. I've been reading a bit and I need some culture lessons. I wonder if it was part of the 5 times a day prayer thing I've heard of.
This is a picture of part of our view while walking down one of the streets in the bazaar. I wish I had more information.
This just shows were some streets intersect. This is the quiet area. Some places we had to walk our bikes because there were too many people all around.
This picture is just to show the strange language. Churches here are different too. They don't have spires on the buildings. They have a spire tower, like the one in the background here.
Another night of being wiped out from a full day. We biked for 45 minutes starting at 8:15 in the morning. So by 9am I was done.
We stopped and rested for an hour, and then biked some more. The first ride was cool because we went along the same route as yesterday, next to the river by 10 feet. Then we went even further to a part along the river I hadn't seen before. The big businesses ended and a tree lined area appeared. Next time I can't wait to go even further and see where the trail ends.
The second ride was in an area we had only gazed at before. It was at fort on a hill. Which looked like it had pretty grounds to explore on another trip. We actually went up there by accident, trying to get to the big bazaar. Getting from up there to the bazaar was the most amazing part of my day. We left the bustle and normal roads. We were at the top of a steep hill and saw deserted looking streets with old time uneven roads of stones and blocks. Thanks to google maps on a cell phone, we knew the direction we wanted to go. The area we went through was like stepping back in time.
The streets were so quiet that we clearly heard all the squeaks and squeals of Ron's tires. His bike had quite a range of octaves. The few women we saw had the head scarves on. The men looked at us like we were an annoyance. Narrow streets that were near empty, and it was just exotic. We thought we had to go farther to get to the old bazaar, but it is so big that we found it a few short blocks from where we had started down the hill. It's just a maze of small connected buildings.
I took some good pictures, let me show you. Each one show so much, if you ask me. There are mosques all over here. After we left the bazaar we heard a loud chanting/singing over a loudspeaker. In the States I would think a concert had started nearby. It sounded really neat. It went on for maybe 5 minutes. I've been reading a bit and I need some culture lessons. I wonder if it was part of the 5 times a day prayer thing I've heard of.
This is a picture of part of our view while walking down one of the streets in the bazaar. I wish I had more information.
There were shops with windows full of jewelry, that was common. Along with shop windows full of elegant evening dresses. Plenty of restaurants. This view made me wonder if it was part of the damage from 50 years ago when they had the terrible earthquake. You never know what you will find. I can't make sense of the damage shown in this picture.
Then there were bike shops like this that looked so pretty.
Some places are pretty with flowers.
This just shows were some streets intersect. This is the quiet area. Some places we had to walk our bikes because there were too many people all around.
This picture is just to show the strange language. Churches here are different too. They don't have spires on the buildings. They have a spire tower, like the one in the background here.
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