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In April 1971, the teaching corps "Economic Teknikumit" Vlora, where I was a teacher of statistics, along with Hanëmen wife, Victor Rapi teachers, Ilia Guma, Agathokli Adhami, Bajram Hajrullai Abedin Elmazi , Lili Dodi, Keri Osmani, Vasil Zani and their wives, with a minivan, organized a tour to the ancient city of Butrint.
We made the first break in the Llogorait pines, up to a thousand subway, above sea level. We stayed in a bar-restaurant among the pines, cool drink of water from the fountain and ate breakfast prepared with taste. The sight before us, when thousands of metro away, seemed endless sea was amazing. Waves collide, hodge podge food truck in pursuit of each other and their effervescence seemed like hundreds of small boats, speed running. And I thought of antiquity: Do you think that, again, after thousands of years, the famous Roman Caesar, the lead was his largest fleet of imbarkuar, hodge podge food truck the valley below, which still bears the name of the legendary emperor, and reached there the to fight, badly, with his old rival, rebel, Pompey? But why so? For such a human slaughter Roman senators were not enough of their land, all that great Apennine peninsula? And, my my little Albania, increasingly without god, arena matches of occupations! The narrow winding road, paved and well kept, but with very dangerous curves. In the east ridge of endless hodge podge food truck Çikës, filled with greenery and zbardhonin from ruminants, scattered throughout the mountain pastures and forming, with those Këmbora their bells, a magnificent symphony. Even shepherds, with those long Krab, were dressed in white. Deep heard any pastoral melody with flute, accompanied by songs and whistles, canary, and other birds kryeartëzave many gjithëngjyrësh. Further houses clustered in villages castle with moat and walls between olives and citrus: Palasa, Dermia Vuno with Iliasin, Himara, Kullsi, Piluri and Qeparo. Handsome man than the other, experiencing the beautiful songs Himara: who is vilayetit flowers, Himara in the sea, seven villages that are ...
Ate lunch at the Holiday Camp Workers Dhërmi, deviating from the main road for about two miles, between the secular olives hodge podge food truck and oranges and citrus plantations. hodge podge food truck There also slept in Camp rooms that were used during the winter for the hotel, the wind felt so close to the sea and the sound of waves nanuritës hodge podge food truck of his somnolent. The next day, as we passed Spilenë, coastal neighborhood of the town of Himara, I got to the right, the Ionian sea, in a way forbidden military zone, but where were we allowed, because we had received authorization from Vlora, from the respective border. As we saw the sea, hidden by hills of olive sumac, were surprised by the wonderful stunning landscape, unseen anywhere else: beautiful little hodge podge food truck bay of Porto Palermo, medieval castle and church Ali Pasha Vasiliqi
There can be described in a paper natural beauty so rare: He sighted the sea so that embraces hodge podge food truck all sides of the small rocky island, the largest caves so can deepen, which houses several ships at once, the medieval castle and church, On the other hand, the green hills of olive, sumac and heathery and beyond. high mountains with snow cap. The very beauty of nature makes the poet. There is the beginning of the arrays that were born: In Palermo, below, when it comes down to Eccles' Vasiliqi: sumac, heathery and sea, God's residence. Then we thought, without daring to say: What a pity that this gem of Albanian Riviera, undoubtedly the most beautiful in the country and perhaps the most beautiful in the world, hodge podge food truck does not satisfy the requirements of tourists around the world, but used as a military base for rocket submarine intended to kill people? Why so, "the hodge podge food truck beauty of the earth" were surrounded by barbed wire, had ç'tjetërsuar isolated? As we left the left arm Qeparo, set in mountain, hill and field, stayed in Borshi, another rare beauty of the Albanian Riviera. Many waters coming from the mountain, there's a bar vent kollonatat trade, clash with one another and with the walls of a tank and distributed to hundreds stërkale, that is to approach him, to give a freshness, as if to break easily in the body, to enter the lungs, blood and enhance life.
Then, the waters depended field planted with citrus and if, quiet cast vanish in the bottomless sea. Oh, that's living ç'kënd quiet holiday, gorgeous, unseen, can be done down there: the beach under citrus, natural painting with mix colors: the blue of the sea, the sea of sand gray, green sheets citrus hodge podge food truck and olives, yellow and roasted grains protok