Our best waiter in Gjirokaster, Albania, was 13 years old.

Always happy to be off the bus and in a new place.

As Rich wrote about in the previous post, Albania is changing a lot. Part of that change is how many people are emigrating. When the Albanian borders opened in 1990, following the collapse of the Communist government, a multi decade long period of closed borders, people could finally leave. They could and did. Articles we have read state that up to 40% of the country’s population has left since 1991.

A view from the bus at Finiq, on the way from Sarande to Gjirokaster.

This hollowing out of towns isn’t apparent from the places we’ve visited so far, which are gaining more attention from tourists who bring money in. We see new hotels and guesthouses, restaurants that are seasonal for the tourist demand, and a younger generation who speak English well. Like our 13 year old waiter. When I asked how he learned English, he said he learned in school and had a tutor. Don’t think from my saying he was the best waiter we had so far that service in Albania is rude or non-existent, it’s neither. We find people working in restaurants and hotels to be straightforward and honest. Sure paying your bill can take a while, but that has to do with not rushing customers. You see that at any of the many cafes, it’s acceptable to sit for hours over a cup of coffee. No one will make you feel rushed.

We walked up from the bus, and I do mean up.
Rich in front of Hotel Argyropolis, a newly renovated and delightful place we enjoyed very much.
From our room we overlooked the sweep of town down to the Drino River Valley and the mountains.

What made this young waiter stand out was the way he interacted with customers, I think the restaurant was his aunt’s, during breaks he was playing with a young child he said was his cousin. When a better table opened up he asked a newly seated couple if they would like to move to the other table. He was snappy, took orders on his phone, recommended dishes and let us know when we were ordering too much food. He impressed us and the table near us, Canadian and British guys also on their first visit to Albania.

Gjirokaster is tourist gold. So picturesque.
Steep narrow lanes with cobblestones all done in the 1960s.

Apparently one route out of Albania and into a job in another country is the hospitality industry in Germany and other EU countries. And healthcare. The youth brain drain is serious, as is the amount of remittance money coming back to Albania from those employed abroad. https://theconversation.com/albanias-brain-drain-why-so-many-young-people-are-leaving-and-how-to-get-them-to-stay-207455

There are a lot of buildings still in need of repair. Some might see derelict buildings, we saw opportunities. This is a wonderfully unique city.
We were happy to walk up and down the hills and admire the buildings.
What a vista. Traditional buildings and a minaret.
I joke that walking with Rich is like a PacMan game. You walk until you hit a dead end or roadblock, then turn and walk some more.
How many photos of buildings in need of updating are too many? Look at that view!

We only had two nights in Gjirokaster, but we certainly made the most of our day and a half in terms of miles walked. The castle has a good history museum. Well worth a visit.

A view of the castle, and the view from the castle shows how strategic the location is.
A new road project connecting the upper part of town to the valley. We continue to be impressed with the attention paid to wide sidewalks here in Albania. You can see the walkway to the left of the road.
Changes are happening, but you can still park your camper van below the castle and enjoy the town.
Walkers are well rewarded with views like this.
And finding a lovely entryway with grape vine arbors overhead is another reward for climbing the hills.
The weathered green paint, the well kept stone roof, the view of the castle – a photographer’s dream. Sorry, just me with my little iPhone.
I love this drawing of Gjirokaster by the artist Chris Hassler. You can find him on instagram @kristogjiro . I want this on a t-shirt, a tea towel, as a print for a wall, or as wallpaper. I’m seriously fascinated with this artwork.
And the real slopes and buildings. The tower house buildings are very unique. The windowless bottom floor was to keep warring clans at bay, and the roof drains to cisterns in the bottom floor.
Zekate House (Shtëpia e Zekatëve), a tower house building which is a museum.
The view from the top floor clarifies the commanding position of this tower house.
A grand reception room on the top floor.

I love a museum loaded with tidbits of information. The castle museum did not disappoint. Not only did we get a good overview of Albanian history, which is fraught and loaded with emotion and perseverance, but also nuggets of local culture and realities.

A rainy morning, but we were armed with knowledge that locals recommend stepping on the black stones when it’s raining. They are not slippery like the pink and white stones.
Rich keeping to the black stones to check out a tower building closer up.
Cafe kitty also keeping to the black stones.
Yes, still taking pictures of the stone buildings. Everywhere you turn they catch your eye.
Eye level with garden chickens.
The museum alerted us to this use of tin sheets left over from cutlery production at the tin factory. An extra layer of garden fence. The tin factory closed at some point after the fall of communism.

The closing of communist government supported factories, like the tin factory, is another reason for the stagnation of Albania’s economy. Who can blame folks for wanting more opportunity and a better chance for success in another country? But we meet a young man like our waiter in a beautiful city like Gjirokaster and see a future for him running his own hospitality business here in Albania. A future that doesn’t involve leaving his country. It’s a bigger problem than mere tourist spending can fix, but once we’ve visited a place we will always be pulling for the success of the people there. And always be reminded of how quickly things can change.

Mid bus journey rest break in Leskovik, on our way from Gjirokaster to Korçë.
Lovely tree fountain in Leskovik.
The bus, hood up once again, but still we rolled along.

Getting from Gjirokaster to Korçë was a scenic trip on a bus that was threatening to break down the entire four hour journey. The driver popped the hood 15 minutes before departure time and he another man had a loud discussion. Our first stop was a service station for more oil to pour under the hood. The engine only stopped once on the trip, and our worries of being stranded on a mountain pass did not come to be. Cracking the bus nut in Albania is hard, and Rich has been struggling, frustrated, successful, and confused each time we need to transit. So many people depend on these small buses, car ownership is very low, but for visitors it’s challenging to make sense of timetables and locations. We long for the regional bus stations of Mexico.

Hey look!
A regional bus station! Go Korçë.

Korçe is not a big tourist destination but it’s a vibrant city with an extensive old town with recently re-cobbled streets. It’s at an altitude of 850 m (2,790 ft), and surrounded by the Morava Mountains.

Katedralja Ortodokse “Ringjallja e Krishtit”, the main Albanian Orthodox Church in Korçë. A lovely pedestrian street leads up to the Church.
The cobblestone streets were charming, if a bit tough to walk on.
Also home to the famous beer brewery, Birra Korca. As you can see, the spelling of place names varies.
Celebrating Rich’s birthday at the Birra Korçë beer garden. The draft pale.
And the dark, only available in cans this season.

We headed up out of town for a hike, although the weather was fine the air was hazy from agricultural burning in advance of predicted rain.

Good luck, says Korçë cat.
A graveyard above town with a freedom fighter statue.
The terrain reminded us both of Southern California.
Golden hills and dry looking mountains.
A warning to keep nature clean.
Am I happy on this hike or faking joy? (It was steep and warm.)
Thankfully there was an opportunity to fill up our bottles.
And a café at the Mountain Lodge where Rich went local by dumping sugar into his coffee.

Although the hike up the mountain wasn’t my favorite (sunny, dry, on a road), on the hike back down to town we detoured through Drenovë, a town which looked as if it hadn’t changed in decades.

The reluctant hiker happy again.
Drenovë had an old church which had escaped destruction during the communist era.
Our fearless tour guide, Rich.
And just down the street, a Mosque.
Such a variety of stone work.
A stone wall topped by a stone roof. The traditional stone roofs are not anchored down, the stones hold each other in place. If you have a leak, you climb up and rearrange the stones.
An autumnal themed cat hoping you share your meal.
A last walk around town during the evening Xhiro, when folks take to the streets to walk and greet each other.
And off to the bus station for a journey across the border to North Macedonia.

We’ll be back to Albania after our trip to North Macedonia. I can’t help but wonder if Albania could have a trajectory like Ireland. The hard decades when all the youth were leaving could transform to a thriving economy and people returning with skills, ideas, and money to invest. We shall see, but for now, off to another bus! And a taxi. And a hike. And a bus. More on that day in the next blogpost.

The Happy Travelers in Gjirokaster, Albania.