Photo snapshots of life in Albania’s wild capital
Throughout my time living in Albania I kept a folder on my computer for pictures I tended to take during normal day to day of life in Tirana but really had no idea what to do with them. I realized that in the last couple of months I have written a lot on this blog about the trips I have taken around Albania but not much about Tirana itself with the places and faces that made up my daily life.
Allow me to share a random snapshot with you here. For friends that I did not feature, it is only because I didn’t have a picture of you in Tirana, don’t worry – your time is coming :)
National museum and a labor day rally. I was walking to get groceries when I ran into this.
Skandenberg square – the national hero at night.
Who would have ever guessed this was a post-communist skyline?
Walking home in the evening.
The roma camp of Tirana. The buildings behind this shack are empty and waiting for residents.
Smog and clouds up above the city.
Tirana’s most famous landmark.
Pieces of berlin and springtime in Albania.
Scenes from a run around the lake.
Scenes from a run around the lake, the not so attractive half.
The illustrious Lana river. I must have crossed it hundreds of times.
The city wouldn’t be the same without the random harley bar.
Anouk (my favorite dutch person) about to dig into some lamb, see that smile :)
Faces of Tirana’s roma camp.
The friendly faces of Severine and Linda from a fun tuesday night.
The first ever outing of the Go Tirana walking tour.
The french can karaoke – who knew? One of the many things I learned in Albania.
My favorite sunbathing companions.
French Samir on Tirana’s best rooftop deck.
Drinking beers by the lake with a ridiculous Genci.
Demonstrating dutch seriousness in the skytower rotating restaurant.
Just thought this was cute. It is right?
The soundtrack for my walk to work.
The random details:
My favorite albanian meal! Paidhaqe Qenji – Yum!
The most adorable nose ever.
Some treasures in Tirana’s central market.
My one and only burger in 5 months.
Toasting to a new apartment.
I have only been gone a little over a week from Tirana and already I am craving with a fierce intensity paidhaqe qengi from Qebatore petro on Rruga Kavajes street, a sangria with friends at open house, and running along the lake throwing a wave out to my favorite sunbathing old man crew. Who would have ever guessed the dirty sprawling city of Tirana would have ever gotten under my skin this way? I guess attraction is just mysterious that way.