Birthday in a Hostel.

After yesterday nothing at all day, we decide to take action and get out of the flat a little while Aurelie's is sorting out her work stuff. We first go into the Big Bazaar, a huge market place where you can by fresh (i mean real fresh) fruit and vegetables every day. Alongside these you also get Olives, Spices, rice, ajvar, olive oil, cheeses and all sort of bottled (not canned) food. Next to food you ca also find pretty much anything you need, from mobile phones to chainsaws, plastic cups to small fruit knives by packs of 10 (made in china of cours) etc... It is a pretty lively place and it is good to walk through her though the merchants look at us really strange when we by 4 or 5 apples. People are used to by huge bags of them. Just like Aurelie said about the peppers, she once took 3 and the man just laughed and offered them. It seems only foreigner do this, I suppose we got used to buying so small amounts because of the so high prices in markets...
We then stop buy in an old cafe on the Albanian side of town, the older nd more beautiful side of Skopje is mainly inhabited by Albanians and has all the nice shops selling jewelry and watches. Regarding this separation of the city and some peoples reactions, i could write one more thing about the stupidity of human beings when it comes to hatred between two “races”but i don't really feel like it tonight and would rather just say that we where served admirably and had a good time on this terrace, sippin our Turkish coffee even if the day was not the most sunny and warm one.
We then walk a bit more, the night is falling as we get to the old bridge. This old stone bridge is restricted to pedestrians and leads to the main square of Skopje. An huge square with many fancy bars and cafes terraces which is always crowded at night. We walk alonf the river a little and shoot a couple pictures. Tonin is one of those guy really enjoying to have a digitl slr to play with and he shoots a couple good shots.
We later meet back with Aurelie and here friend Histina, also called Hihi :) We take a cab to a small bar one of her friends has opened in what once was a flat. It is nicely decorated with a mix of oriental decorations and modern pictures or paintings. The ambiance is orange and th music is well picked. Add to that a couple a fun loving, nice bartenders qho are also friends and you get a perfect bar :) After a couple beers and Rakias, a nice song of La rue ketanou, we get an other cab back into the center to an other friends place. This time it is a hostel, 10 euro a night, it is a really good place to stay in Skopje and a friend of the owner is celebrating his birthday there. We go underground, into the living room, or common area and share al ittel food a lot of beer and most people also take a trip. Lsd on papier buvar :) Not my thing. But i m told later, while i am telling more stupid stories then usual that i took some. I certifiy that no but Tonin explains me that Lsd is passed very easily trough skin contact or by sharing the same fork, even maybe breathing the same air. I don't feel any different however, i am just quite happily drunk as i often am (not really drunk but a bit more than tipsy :)
There is one special girl here tonight, she is playing with her hat and a stick and making a show, you can see she feeds on people attention. She later does a couple fire tricks, lighting long metal finger and playing with the fire until she puts it out with her mouth. I try to get a couple good pictures but you will see i didn't get much. She is a surprising one, she speaks a little French since she lived in Lausanne for about 6 month. Right next to a street i lived on, close to the Coop Caroline. She ha a bit of charm and me and Tonin get into more discussions when she starts here performance of French slightly old school swearing. It is lovely and sensual, we are both captivated by her “Naon! Ca chuffit!” and other ¨Ta geule” said with such a sweet accent. This is what i felt that night but Thinking back about it, since i have seen her again a couple days later, i think i might well have been on a little Lsd because what i heard then, was nothing like what i thought i had heard... or it was just the nice moment in the nice hotel!