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In Tirana

The Artificial Lake

The Lake is part of the Main Park

Tirana traffic - though this is a rare sight. Most people prefer
a Mercedes-Benz or an SUV

The Mayor, Edi Rama, is an artist...

...the city is his canvas

One of the many construction sites in the city

A Tirana street - another construction site

Street surface up close - this is why we drive an SUV

Some of our neighbours - local street dogs

The British Memorial Cemetery in the Main Park

This is where the official British Remembrance Day service
is held

Skanderbeg Square - heart of Tirana

Mosque of Et'hem Bey in Skanderbeg Square

Statue of Skanderbeg - the national hero

Skanderbeg and Mosque

Money changing at the foot of the Skanderbeg statue


Anonymous said…
Enjoyed the pics
Naomi Boyd said…
ulhey Alwyn, the pictures are great, looks like its great weather! and your house looks lovely too! hope you and viki are both well, Naomi
ITS said…
You know that marble memorial plate for the fall British soldier that you took a picture of, used to be the tomb stone for Enver Hoxha...!!!!

My-oh-my.... I am sure you are shocked but read this story and be amazed:

ourmanintirana said…
Hi ITS. Thanks for the information. I had another look at the memorial and saw the holes she was talking about. It's a great story - I hope it's true. I've contacted the people who run the cemeteries to see if they can confirm it. I will let you know.

I read your piece on the internationals - I'm not quite as cynical as you. I think there are just too many doing the same kind of things.

I'll keep reading.

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And now the end is near
and so i face nanananana...

Never did like that crappy song.

But it's true nevertheless.

Tomorrow in the wee hours of the morning we will be heading for the airport for the last time. I suppose it was too much to expect that I could have kept this going while getting ready to leave. So apologies for the lack of postings over the last weeks. This is post number 380 something so I suppose one post every two days is not a bad average.

There were probably 380 more in my head or scribbled down on scraps of paper, but many of them are perhaps best left there.

I suppose I should be penning - or typing - my final thoughts and reflections on two years in Tirana, but right now I don't have any. Maybe in a month or two though I might come back with something.

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Welcome to Our Man in Tirana. I moved to Tirana, capital of Albania, in October 2005 and left in October 2007. This blog is a mix of photographs, reports, links, impressions and, undoubtedly, prejudices relating to the city and the country.

Since I am no longer in Tirana I am no longer updating this blog. However, there are over 300 posts covering this two year period and I hope that they are still of some interest.

So if you are curious about Albania or if you are planning to visit I hope this blog will be of value.

Miss Globe 2007

On Saturday, we were at the Rogner meeting with an expat friend who was leaving Tirana. It was breakfast time, and as our friend was finishing his tea the breakfast room started to fill up with over-dressed (or under-dressed) young women wearing blue sashes. These were the contestants for the Miss Globe 2007 beauty pageant being held in Tirana tonight at the Palace of Congresses. High heel boots and mini-skirts - or in a couple of cases micro-skirts, or possibly just belts - have never struck me as obvious breakfast attire, but the girls seemed happy enough tottering and wobbling around with their tea and toast. I'm not sure why they were wearing their sashes - perhaps in case they forgot which country they came from.
As we were leaving they were boarding a large coach which I had seen a number of times around the city in the last few days for their next trip. I'm not sure how some of them made it up the steps, or how they managed to sit down, but perhaps these are the kinds o…