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Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Melons Everywhere

Every market I visited in the Balkans was filled with melons. It seemed like the people were living by selling and eating each other’s melons, much like how people in the Scilly Isles make a living by washing each other’s clothes, as Sydney Smith once said.


The Busy Market


The market was loud and busy. It was dirty, but also had a certain charm. It was easy to tell the difference between Greek and Bulgarian women, but not as clear with the men. They had different clothes and physiques. Like peasants everywhere, the women were heavy, solid, and their faces often showed little intelligence Customized Daily Istanbul Tours.


Sometimes, you might see a pretty peasant girl, but hard work, starting early in life, taking care of children, and working in the fields from sunrise to sunset, wears them down. By middle age, the women looked tired and worn out, with faces that showed sadness from struggling to survive.


Life in the Balkans


There are no committees trying to improve conditions here, and no scientific studies about the people’s health. The people live with quiet acceptance, except when it comes to politics and religion. Sadly, half of the children born in Macedonia die from malnutrition.


The Road to Ochrida


We traveled on a flat road that curved around the hills from Resna to Ochrida. There was a shorter path over the hills by a faint mule track, and that’s the one we took. We quickly crossed a plain, then suddenly climbed up into the hills. The path was rough and full of jagged rocks. We leaned forward in our saddles and held onto our horses’ manes as they struggled up the steep, rocky climb.


Through Nature


We passed through a mix of plants and dry, empty land. We climbed through rocky gaps that felt like an oven, and found shade in cool, green areas with trickling water. At the top of a rocky hill, we stopped, turned our horses around, and looked back at the valley we had climbed from. In front of us was a shimmering lake, with a long range of dry, red rocks blocking the view of the world beyond.

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