Ne Komputamibob!

Been a while I know. I'm still alive and well but now in Macedonia. Long story short Internet cafes are few and far between since leaving Albania (go figure), you'd think it would be the other way around!

Chapters to catch up on are:

Hotel California (Berat)
Smelly feet
Milk bottle glasses
Moonshine
Peace Core
Rain, Rain and more Rain
Horid Orid and backgammon on pharmaceuticals
Viva la Vincini
Hotel Tutto, the 15,000 sq ft hotel with only seven rooms
Monastic interlude, Baptise the sinner! Gay icons, Oh, and Ben the sex slave to Sweaty Jovan - last I saw of him he had a smile on his face
Debar, oh how we loved Debar
The psychedelic Art Hostel
Quebecois speed junkies in Skopje
Free running socialists
Pickpockets fuck off!
7 o'clock curfew

Sorry to keep you waiting but there is only one computer in Skopje and there is a line up of horsey women playing cards with the pungent (and rather sickening) smell of rancid olives which is clouding my brain somewhat, so its back on the Macky D wine (Macedonian) a good nights sleep and onto Pristina bright and early.