We ended up staying two nights. The first night was spent at the
Ohrid’s living history as a town goes back 2400 years. There are so many churches scattered around the region, locals say there is one for every day of the year. We visited a church at the monastery of St. Naum that dated back to the late 9th century. To get to it, we took a boat cruise around the lake. It was a last minute thing, but turned out to be a very good outing. As we rushed onto the boat, a grinning Balkan in a Macedonian hat congratulated us in accented English on making it aboard. I soon realized he wasn’t Macedonian; but couldn’t decipher his nationality. It turned out he was from Pitea, in
For a while, we had the boat to ourselves. But we were soon joined by over a hundred noisy Belgradians. So it was the Canadians and the Swedes quietly discussing the Sedin twins playing hockey in
We very much enjoyed cruising around with the Swedes; however, we enjoyed even more hearing them perform that evening in the town square. Once again, I thought about Tom Friedman’s book ‘The World is Flat’. Here we were; 12 musicians from
After the concert we set off for a waterfront restaurant where we previously had had a very good lunch. We ordered a local specialty, grilled Ohrid trout, which is quite different than the trout we get in
Early the next morning, we set off for the fortress that overlooks the town. It was a magnificent climb and we were awed by the beautiful vistas as we climbed to the top.
But just before noon we set off in a cab for the bus station in a nearby town. We had decided we couldn’t go back to