The cable car that takes you all the way up to the cross wasn’t working and sadly we only hiked up a portion of the way. 7K hike up a steep hill just to talk with Jesus was a too high price to pay. We made it to base camp and said our prayers.
I prayed for for dissolution of the catholic cult.
One could almost hear my gasping arteries. I ordered the “Royal Smoked Bacon” and Amalia picked up some fatty ribs. With a breakfast beer this was a proper meal of champions, I just love this stuff.
The weather hasn’t been great and the forecast app my phone is completely ass backwards. It’s been a bit chilly and rainy, especially at night. Weird to think it was 24 degrees just a few days ago.
We’re heading 160 Kilometers north to check out Macedonia’s capital city, Skopje.
Very excited to pray under the world’s biggest cross, the Millennium Cross and eat a coffer of McDonald’s fries.
……and just when I have a craving for a pouch of McFries.
I ordered a dark beer and received the most tasteless dark ale in existence. It looked like Guinness but the flavor and consistency matched the delightfulness of a Coors lite. This was a relatively unpleasant experience.
This awesome city is also filled with countless versions of the classic Lada. The station wagon variant would be my only choice.