On a hot, sunny day, we slowly made our way up the hill. Along the way, we met many Albanians. They weren’t wearing the cotton kilt seen in pictures. Instead, they wore white, tight-fitting trousers made from thick material with a black stripe down the side of each leg. Their shirts were loose and full, and their caps were white or black with a collar-box shape. They didn’t wear the fez, showing that they didn’t acknowledge Turkish rule. Most of them rode quick, neat ponies.
The Signs of Danger
The captain of our escort had been warning us about danger, but the best sign of it came when we saw the Albanians. Instead of carrying their rifles behind their shoulders, they had them across their laps as they rode. This showed they were ready for anything Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.
A View from the Top
From the top of the dry hill, we saw a wide plain below. To the left was the dark, still water of Presba Lake, and to the right, we could just make out the small town of Resna. Resna was a welcome sight because hunger had started to set in, and we planned to stop there for food and rest in the heat of the day.
Market Day in Resna
It was Saturday, market day, and the market was full of Christian villagers, mostly Bulgarian, with some Greeks. The market was crowded with all kinds of produce. The Turks were few, and the Albanians were still in the hills. This was an interesting mix for Macedonia, as Resna was a town with both Bulgarians and Greeks. Politically, they were rivals and sometimes fought each other, but today, they weren’t fighting. They were busy with something else: selling melons.
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