Creepiest Train Station Ever
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Skopje, Macedonia... just bussing in and seeing the quality of roads, finished buildings and other fine modern establishments proved to us continually how behind albania was. It felt like we had crossed into a rich, well off and balanced country. We had the same feeling when we visited Montenegro, and it was re-enforced again, Albania had a long way to go. So seeing all of that, pulling into the dreary bus/train station we were suprised to see the state of it. It was like a ghost town, sure we got there at 5 am, but you still got this creeped out feeling, that feeling of just before dusk, when your all alone and you see no one around you and you wonder where had all the people gone.
Our eyes scanned every window, door and anything that would resemble a place for us to buy a ticket.
Relief, the world had not ended asa homeless man, stirred in a corner next to us, covered in newspaper and the stale scent of Vodka. We walked up another flight of stairs to the top of the station where the trains obviously pulled into and not seeing a booth, or place to purchase tickets we returned down to the bottom floor again to search some more.
¨Belgradë,¨i said firmly. I refused to let this woman intimidate me.
She glared then grunted.
My bladder gave way- god she was scary. I handed it to her. If she had asked for my ipod i would have given it to her. She shuffled around and began to make something that resembled a ticket as she scribbled stuff down. We had euros on us so she said someting Macédonian, i signaled for her to write it down.
She wrote down 17 euros.
¨Damn that´s cheap,¨i said under my breath as i dished out the money.
Transaction down, Nikkel got his ticket as well. He dídn´t even try to break the pillar of ice with a smile, just one word statements. That done, we spun around a few times and looked at our travel time, 9 am... what were we going to do till then. I suggest we just walk around and find a place to chill. We found a little bakery around the corner, i got some beat and bread something that was delicious and then we headed to a seedy little russian looking restraunt. It was hazy with smoke and the stench of alchohol and late nighters who had finished out there night there. The men were loud, most still drunk, berrating each other over stories.
Yeah, our steady imigration out of that beautifully backwards country had begun. Thank God we didnt´just fly directly into the states from there. That would have been a straight kick in the balls, trying to readjust that quickly. No this would steady, smooth and i figured quite glorious. If this was train travel bring it, because it can only get better after this.