A rest day that became a real estate investigation: two 30-story towers rising in Tirana, and a developer who thinks a 3-bedroom apartment is worth €800K. Lunch was a Greek lamb sandwich. Sunday was fried chicken and packing for Berat.
I meant to pull 7,500 Lek. I pulled 75,000. What followed: an honest exchange house (Iliria’98), the magnificent Orthodox Cathedral of the Resurrection, a spa recovery, and a peppery Kosovo sausage at Tymi that was one of the best grilled meats in Tirana.
3,700-year-old Copper Age stilt houses, a marble Head of Zeus stolen in 1991 and bought back by two Albanian footballers at Christie’s, bunker domes and Lenin statues, and sushi with a 15-year-old waiter who already has a life plan: leave, earn, return.
I swore off bus tours after Montenegro. Then I signed up for Lake Bovilla — 4.6km² of striking blue reservoir, 14km from Tirana, 400 displaced families, zero birds, and one hidden viewpoint behind a restaurant that no tourist bothered to find. The redemption arc.
Morning in a contemporary art gallery with Krist Dimo’s ‘Vuoto’ — paintings of fragmented figures and shared human experience. Evening at an Albanian wedding show, dancing in a circle shouting ‘opa.’ In between: a $6 pita, a produce vendor who now knows my face, and the realization that Tirana is starting to feel like home.
The Great Albanian Fry Crisis solved in one pan (it’s the oil). A billion-dollar Spider-Man matinee, 26 minutes of waterfall peace before the ghouls, the data on why women run Albania’s economy, and Delibros — the best burger in the country, with impeccable fries to prove the oil theory.
A hands-on Albanian cooking class (byrek, sheqerpare, përshesh, cornbread), the secret of Kalinjot olives, and a walk through Tirana Castle — besieged in 1817, demolished in 1832, now woven into the modern city.
First day in Tirana: Skanderbeg Square (40,000m², Europe’s best public space), the Et’hem Bey Mosque with its painted landscapes, the Clock Tower, BunkArt 2 (former secret police HQ), a €43 dentist cleaning, and a bag of potatoes bought from a street vendor to finally solve the Great Albanian Fry Crisis.
The connective tissue between cities: a mini-bus to Tirana, a pizza joint with robots on the wall, a bottle of Berat olive oil, a €70 massage, and a forensic KFC investigation into why every fry in Albania tastes terrible.