Watermelons, olive trees and hugs. Albania again.

This is Qeparo Fshat, the village that was home for us for more than a week. For a hundred of us, who hitchhiked their way from different sides of Europe. Qeparo is in Southern Albania, a coast full of beach umbrellas, unfinished houses and tourism promises. However just a rough 40 minutes climb from lower Qeparo and you are in another world. Houses dating hundreds of years back and overlooking solemnly all the beach fun from the solid height.

Queparo Fshat hill

It’s a long way up, but it became our daily routine. A rather pleasant routine when sharing stories, picking up blackberries and filling the water bottles from the mountain spring. Sometimes hitching a car passing every 10 or 20 minutes.

Walk up

Sometimes meeting locals, dragging their horses.

Woman with a horse

The houses of Qeparo Fshat are seriously old, but only 80 out of 300 are inhabited. The rest are observing stars through their empty roofs, while their former inhabitants are probably working in Greece or Italy.

through the tree

But enough about houses. We were camping. Camping in this wonderful olive tree field.

camping

Some olive trees are seriously large. Large enough for a comfortable reading corner

sitting on the olive tree

or to make a small concert in the shadow.

concert

We were jumping around the fire

jumping around the fire

and preaching a watermelon religion.

watermelon priest

Even the banana preacher succumbed to the sweetness of local watermelons.

watermelons

And of course we were not wasting the watermelon peels. We were making the sheep happy.

Sheep

Though they tended to become too confident, snapping not only the peels, but also other food supplies. But there were plenty of new shepards to shoo them away.

shepard

Other locals of the fields were not necessarily always happy about the new inhabitants,

cow

but donkeys kept visiting the village bar, finding it unusually crowded.

Donkey

The local kids though were very excited with new settlers, their guitars and speaking English. Meet a future guitar star from Qeparo:

future musician

Back to the olive fields, the views were quite nice from the tents

Tents with a view

especially in the evenings

panorama

when everything becomes pink and dreamy

dreamy

or turns into silhouettes

Sunset

Did I forget the beach? The coast is full of little pebbles and the horizon is filled with mountains. Mountains, that turn pink.

Queparo Beach

And of course we were eating watermelons in the beach. Lots of watermelons.

Beach and watermelons

Watermelon sweetness and big hugs to all!

Hug

More faces from the same places here. And if you’re in Albania, go also to North. Here’s our last year’s story from Albanian mountains in Theth.

2 Comments

  1. Theodora
    18.11.2014
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    Thank you Simona for visiting and posting these beautiful pics from my lovely village, Qeparo.
    That’s where I spend 20 summers of my life. You should visit again. I try to go every 3-5 years. I went last year and loved very second of it.

    Safe travels,

    T

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