The chaotic charm of Tirana

“Mëngjes?” I stutter.  The old man at “Freddy’s hostel” looks at me, surprised.
“Breakfast? No, we don’t do that here, but you can get a cup of coffee if you want…” At least that’s what I think he says. Between my pretty non-existent Albanian and his non-existent English skills, it’s anybody’s guess…

I am in Tirana, the capital of Albania.  When I got off the bus from the airport the night before, the main square was heaving with quads.… Continue reading