This is the car, a Chevy Spark.
I drove from Skopje down through Tetovo, stopping at the Pasha Djamija, or Prince's Mosque. The outside of the mosque is quite colorful and, at a glance, looks like the backs of playing cards.
The Pasha Djamija of Tetovo.
From Tetovo, I drove down to the Mavrovo National Park (an alternative way of driving between Skope and Ohrid that bypasses Kicevo). The park was lovely: small towns, mountains, greenery. I wish I'd had longer to stay and check out the hiking options, but I was headed towards Debar (outside of the park) to look at the Monastery of Sveti Jovan Bigorski (Saint John the Baptist) and the Nunnery of St. George. At both places, I had to put on a skirt (provided free of charge) and photos weren't allowed. The monastery had beautiful icons and frescos which reminded me a lot of Rila Monastery in Bulgaria. The nunnery had a beautiful garden and several nuns running around mowing the lawn, pulling weeds, and trimming up the bushes.
After leaving Debar, I headed onwards towards Ohrid. I made a wrong turn at Struga (which is a town on the lake) and ended up driving along a lake-side road that took me into Radozda. It was starting to get dark, so I decided to stop and find a place to spend the night. I stayed at the Villa Radozda, who had rooms with a great lake view for 20 Euros ($28). I thought that was fine. The place was quiet and I had a fine night's sleep.
Saturday, June 27
After a not-very-satisfying breakfast at the Villa Radozda (crepe with oily cheese and oily ham fried in oil and covered with sesame seeds), I grabbed a banana out of the car and walked down to Dva Biseri, a small restaurant in town. Above Dva Biseri, in the cliff walls, there is a cave church dedicated to the Archangel Michael. The door to the cave is locked but there is a key at Dva Biseri. Of course, when I walked in, no one spoke English, so I just pointed towards the cave and said, "Key?" while making a gesture like I was unlocking a door. It worked, and I walked up to the cave.
To get to the church, one has to walk up a substantial series of stairs. However, it's worth it. Some of the frescoes inside date back to the 13th century.
...to be continued (experiencing computer troubles at the moment)...
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