Posts Tagged ‘Oteshevo’


It is a different feeling cycling in a grey, overcast, cold landscape. Sleeping in and eating is more appealing than cycling. We made our way to Bitola and called it a day. We had a lovely evening with Goce – our warm shower host in Bitola. Greece tomorrow.

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The summer infrastructure of our resort also felt grey in the cloudy skies.

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We crossed some plains, and then climbed over a pass of over 1100m before dropping into Bitola.

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A lovely evening chatting and eating with Goce and his father. We had ijvar – a secret Macedonian fondue. Yummy.

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It was Mr. Harris, with the inner tent in the bedroom. Staying in the Cluedo murder mystery, back to the 70s lake resort, James and I reminisce the fantasmogorical day cycling around and then up over the stunning Lake Ohrid.

Drahtesel preparing herself for the climb

Drahtesel preparing herself for the climb

I don’t know where to start. Pictures tell more than 1048 words. We pfaffed around at the beautiful camping spot overlooking Lake Ohrid, watching the sunrise, and listening to our stomachs advising us to eat a hamburger for breakfast.

Sunrise at our campsite on Lake Ohrid

Sunrise at our campsite on Lake Ohrid

A quick stop-off at Viagra Beach before pigging out in Ohrid town.

Viagra Beach

Viagra Beach

Ohrid town

Ohrid town

Pigging out in Ohrid

Pigging out in Ohrid

Ohrid town

Ohrid town

Ohrid town

Ohrid town

And then the most glorious amazing climb up to 1600m in the soft, orange evening sun, with a view to die for over Lake Ohrid. Man, this ride was amazing.

Spot James

Spot James

Some curves in the road

Some curves in the road

I'm the king of the world!

I’m the king of the world!

Approaching the summit

Approaching the summit

The summit

The summit

The view the other side

The view the other side

With darkness approaching, we scooted down the mountain. Our first choice of lodgings was in an abandoned hotel on the lake shore. After a minor incident with a dog, where my loud screaming finally scared away the growling, teeth-bearing dog, we opted to continue down the road along the lake in the dark. We are staying in a luxurious resort from the 70s, ideal for an Agatha Christie novel. It was Dr. Harris, with the inner-tent in the bedroom.

The murder weapon

The murder weapon

James leaving the scene of the crime - the bedroom

James leaving the scene of the crime – the bedroom

On the way to dinner

On the way to dinner

Phoning for help

Phoning for help