Skopje, capital of North Macedonia

First impressions of central Skopje were great. And a little surprising. After a mixed bag of buildings on the outskirts of town and a spate of Soviet-era apartments which Alek pointed out as where he lived, the city center seemed grand. Massive white buildings evoking the height of ancient Greece*, wide plazas, huge statues. (*My apologies for using the word “Greece.” I realize this would not please Macedonians who have a troubled relationship with Greece and would prefer “ancient Macedonia,” but “ancient Greek” conveys a familiar image to outsiders.) These structures are the product of “Skopje 2014”, a massive government undertaking that yielded mixed results and much controversy.

Macedonia Square with its huge statue of Alexander the Great

Eighty percent of the buildings in Skopje were destroyed in a massive 1968 earthquake. After decades, the Macedonian government came up with Skopje 2014, an effort to make the capital into a symbol of national pride. At first blush, the project was a great success. But as we explored the city, we soon noticed many signs of premature deterioration. I found Skopje a fascinating city of contrasts.

Our quirky Hotel Senigallia was part of Skopje 2014, designed to look like an old-fashioned galleon moored in the River Vardar. Hotel Senigallia sits planted on the riverbed next to the iconic Stone Bridge and the Bridge of Civilizations in Macedonia which leads to the impressive archeological museum on the opposite bank. I chose the hotel for its great location and terrific reviews, but I was second-guessing myself up until we walked up the gangplank. My worries were unfounded. We loved the Senigallia. The hotel entrance and common areas are downright elegant with gleaming carved wood and brass, chandeliers and leather furniture; the hallway to our room/cabin gave the impression of a swank period luxury liner; our room was suprisingly spacious and comfortable with a marble bathroom and two “portholes” looking out on the swift-flowing River Vardar and the white-columned archeological museum. The upper deck restaurant provided an ample breakfast and surprisingly good food at dinnertime with one of the best servers we found in the Balkans. Outdoor seating was popular with locals although we opted for the air-conditioned interior.

Hotel Senigallia

Given the summer heat, my plan was to do outdoor rambles in the mornings and evenings and spend the heat of the day visiting museums, eating lunch… and maybe working in a little siesta. This turned out to be pretty ideal. The Museum of the Macedonian Struggle for Independence topped my list of museums to visit and we made it our first indoor destination. In fact, we were the first two people into the museum that day so had the place to ourselves for most of our visit. This let us move along slowly to take in the many wax figure displays of scenes of North Macedonian history. The displays and descriptions were often grim, one-sided and heavy on propaganda, but that only added to the interest. I like to see points of view that are new to me or different from the versions my own country tells. (The Vietnam War Museum in Ho Chi Minh City and the Military Museum in the Belgrade Fortress are prime examples.) As an American, I didn’t have much of a dog in the fights that make up the subject of the Museum of the Macedonian Struggle, but the displays did have me looking up events I was totally unaware of.

Seeing the Archeological Museum of the Republic of North Macedonia from our bedroom window and during meals moved it onto our list of museums to visit. Fittingly, the archeological museum looks like a giant ancient temple. Its collection, including a copy of Alexander Sarcophagus is well-presented but contains no major treasures. The building itself was the main draw for us. Approaching the archeological museum across the Bridge of Civilizations in Macedonia makes a great impression. Great impressions are what Skopje 2024 was all about. Unfortunately, as we wandered the city center, we couldn’t help but notice crumbling “marble,” rust stains and other signs of premature deterioration. Not wanting to offend, but curious as to local opinion, we asked our friendly waitress at dinner one night what she thought of the buildings. She approved, saying with an ironic smile that at least the government built something with the money rather than stealing it. When I asked her what was there before, she said “Nothing. It was empty.” On the other hand, a woman in the hotel lobby said the new buildings were falling apart because of inferior materials and poor engineering resulting from corruption. She also explained how the Hotel Senigallia’s sister “ships” positioned at some distance on either side of the hotel were vandalized and derelict because of a former city administration’s efforts to destroy them. Apparently, changing governments made for uncoordinated approaches to city planning and a lawsuit had recently awarded compensation to the owners of the businesses in the faux ships.

Top photos of crumbling Skopje 2014 structures;
bottom photo of one of the Hotel Senigallia’s “sister ships”

Skopje offers more than museums. Our morning and evening walks took us to the Mother Theresa house, people-watching in Macedonia Square and exploring the old Ottoman Bazaar, the largest in the Balkans. Evenings were particularly busy with crowds of people of all ages out strolling or enjoying cafés. Street musicians including children on drums performed on the Stone Bridge and around the Fountain of Lions. An ice cream vendor drew a crowd as he charmed small children with a good-natured slight-of-hand routine that had them looking for disappearing cones and thinking he’d dropped their treats.

Around Skopje from top left, then left to right: Bridge of Art, Macedonian National Theater,
walking bridge (that was to have had a Ferris wheel), the bazaar,
Macedonian Holocaust Museum, Mother Theresa House

The bazaar is a maze of shop-lined streets interspersed with cafés, sweet shops and mosques. A man seeing my interest in a huge tree sheltering diners in one small square told me it dated to ancient times. We found most people in Skopje to be friendly and many spoke at least some English. An easy walk from Hotel Senigallia, we visited the bazaar both nights we spent in the city. With plenty to do and adapting to the heat, we opted to skip a walk up to the fortress or a cable car ride to the large mountaintop Millennium Cross for views of the city. All in all, we found Skopje worth the visit and I’m glad we didn’t let summer weather keep us away.

En route to Skopje, North Macedonia: Tetovo and Matka Canyon

Matka Canyon

I debated adding Skopje to this Balkan trip, wondering if it was crazy to visit the North Macedonian capital in the middle of July. July is prime time in beautiful lakeside Ohrid, but Skopje sounded like it could be scorching. On the other hand, I hated to miss the capital and there were some stops between Ohrid and Skopje that really appealed. As a native Texan, I know all about heat and I actually kind of like it… so long as there’s air conditioning to be had. I decided I was being a wimp and made plans.

Our driver, Alek, arrived promptly at 10am at our Ohrid guesthouse and we were off. First stop, Tetovo. Alek spoke good English and we enjoyed his knowledgeable if somewhat downbeat company. He described frustrations with the lack of opportunity in his country, the interference of outside countries (particularly Greece), and government corruption. He had an undergrad degree he said made him a lawyer in Macedonia, but he found it more profitable to be a driver and guide. It’s a sad story of underutilized skills I’ve heard often during my travels. Alek also tended to downplay our stops along the way while still being game for whatever we wanted to do. I got the impression he’d seen it all a zillion times and was nudging us a little to see if we’d skip the stops we’d paid to make. Understandable, but that wasn’t happening. We just confirmed we wanted to stick to our plans and he was fine about it and gave us plenty of time.

Šarena Džamija, the “Colorful Mosque”

A couple of hours after we left Ohrid, Alek parked across from Šarena Džamija (the “Colorful Mosque” or “Painted Mosque”) in Tetovo, letting us off to explore at our leisure. Famous for painting that covers its exterior and interior, the Colorful Mosque dates to the 14th century. Unusually in the patriarchal culture, two sisters financed construction and they are buried beneath an octagonal shelter in the flower-filled gardens of the mosque. After removing our shoes and covering my hair with a scarf, we entered the small mosque. A man praying turned out to be a visitor from Australia. Hearing us speaking English, he cheerfully volunteered to explain details of Muslim prayer and customs. After crossing the adjacent park to view its former hammam (Ottoman baths) just across the River Pena, Alek picked us up for lunch. Following his suggestion, we opted to skip a modern air-conditioned restaurant for a traditional place he promised would be a treat. He was right!

Restoran Belamia occupies a large three-story building that looks as much like a house as a place of business save for a parking lot and a covered brick walkway leading to the entrance. Alek had called ahead while we were in the mosque. We were expected and Alek was clearly a familiar face here. A charming server greeted us warmly before leading us past a fireplace surrounded by period knickknacks and rows of wine bottles through the empty restaurant to a table near an interior courtyard. Tablecloths, wood floors, brick walls and overhead beams provided a charming atmosphere. Red geraniums hung from the open-air second-floor balcony that gave onto the paved ground floor below surrounded by antique kitchen furniture, pots and photographs. Periodic clouds of heavy mist helped the flowers thrive and kept our dining area comfortably cool with the assistance of a large wall-mounted fan.

Restoran Belamia

At our waiter’s urging, we started with Serbian plum “rakia” which vastly improved upon the rakia we’d had in Albania. Next came triangles of house-made flat bread, perfectly charred and piping hot from the oven and a large shared salad topped with piles of shredded cheese. My skillfully grilled chicken with grilled vegetables, drizzled with a balsamic reduction perfectly suited my tastes. David opted for a more traditional chicken dish preferred by Alek. Smothered in sauce and cheese and topped with a scoop of something that tasted like butter and grated cheese blended together, their meals were a tribute to heavy Balkan dining.

Our next stop was Matka Canyon, a man-made reservoir in the mountains near Skopje. Matka Canyon often tops recommendations for things to do “in” Skopje. Alek confirmed what I’d read about the canyon being super popular with locals and tourists during the summer months and warned us to expect a wait to get in. Happily, we didn’t face a long line of cars, but Alek did have to slowly thread our way through about a mile of cars parked beside the narrow road that runs along the river far below.

Men and boys swam and played in the river. When I remarked on how there were no women, Alek explained it was because they were from the nearby Muslim village. He added that Christians from Skopje wouldn’t swim there. It was a story of self-imposed separation and a competition for territory we heard several times in the Balkans. We were told Muslims built mosques to mark their territory even though no one used them. We did see a surprising number of mosques in most towns and villages we passed. Meanwhile Christians erected large crosses on the hillsides and mountains for the same purpose. I was listening to To the Lake, a book by Kapka Kassabova, a woman with Balkan origins who was exploring her roots in the Ohrid region. To the Lake described the same dynamic. The history of the Balkans is fascinating, complicated and often tragic.

Alek persisted through the sea of cars until we came to the end of the road where yet another of the many people who knew Alek everywhere we went moved aside a barrier to let him park in the lone remaining spot just in front of the entrance to the canyon trail. Not bad!

The dam that forms the reservoir rises impressively high above the riverbed. Beyond that, a paved path passes through an arch cut into the mountainside before giving the first glimpse of the reservoir. Clear water sparkles below nearly vertical mountain walls. Gorgeous! We left Alek to chat with friends at tables near small medieval St. Andrew’s Monastery and a boat rental to walk along the rocky path that snakes along the cliff walls above the water. Several medieval monasteries dot the area in addition to ten caves, but the heat caused us to keep our hike relatively short. Instead of spending our time boating, we opted for icy drinks on the terrace of a lakeside bar operated by the one hotel on the canyon before meeting up with Alek to continue on to Skopje.

Practical info:

I booked Alek via Daytrip.com as I did all three transfers on the Balkan trip. I wrote previously here about my reasons for booking private drivers and my experience with Daytrip.com. Daytrip.com brokers drivers in countries all over the world. They vet the drivers who use them to connect with customers. All three drivers they found for us were prompt, professional, friendly and informative. The cars were clean and in good shape.

There was no entrance fee to either the Colorful Mosque in Tetovo or Matka Canyon.

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