Albanians and the Turks

Why I Had an Escort

Let me explain why I had an escort. I didn’t pay anything for it. The Turkish authorities didn’t send the escort because they wanted to honor me personally. In fact, I would have preferred to travel alone with my guide. However, the Turks knew that if I traveled alone, there was a big chance I could be captured by one of the revolutionary “bands” in the hills. If that happened, there would likely be a conflict, and I wouldn’t be released until a ransom was paid, which could be anywhere between £6,000 and £12,000, or even more.

To avoid that, the Turkish authorities sent the escort. They wanted to prevent the situation where their country looked unstable, and they also didn’t want to pay a large ransom. The escort was provided because it was safer for them, especially in areas where these “bands” operated Istanbul Daily Tour.

In the Wildest Part of Turkey

This arrangement was fine as long as I was traveling in areas where the revolutionary “bands” were active. However, once I reached the wildest parts of European Turkey, it wasn’t necessary. The Albanians, unlike the Turks, had no reason to harm me. The Albanian people have always been enemies of the Turks, but they don’t have any issue with Europeans, especially with people from England.

When I spoke with local Albanian peasants, they weren’t sure if I was Austrian, German, Italian, or French at first. But as soon as they realized I was from England, their attitude changed. They seemed eager to treat me with respect and honor.

Albanians and the Turks

In general, Albanians can be seen as brigands towards the Turks. However, even though there were bandits in the hills, I was confident they had no intention of harming me. Albanians may kill, but they don’t steal from Europeans. If my guide and I had been wearing Turkish fezzes, we might have had trouble with the bandits. But the Albanian hillmen who might have been watching us from a distance knew we were Europeans and had no interest in causing any problems.

I liked to think, and still do, that instead of the Turkish soldiers protecting me, it was actually me who saved them from being caught in a storm of Albanian gunfire.