Saturday, 8 June 2019

Butrint and the Blue Eye: Albania Part 2

A Graeco-Roman City and an 'Infinitely' Deep Blue Spring

Albania

Edi, our driver for the rest of this trip arrived punctually at 9.

Butrint

The end of the main peninsula was only a few minutes away. Butrint, the remains of the Graeco-Roman city of Bouthroton/Buthrotum, a National Park and UNESCO World Heritage Site, perches on a secondary peninsula pointing inland and forming the eastern end of the Vivari Channel linking Lake Butrint to the sea.

Butrint is in Albania's extreme south west corner. We had spent the previous two nights in Ksamil, south of Saranda and closer to Butrint than we had realised

When we said we were going to Albania, more than one person recalled holidaying in Corfu as a child, and seeing an adult finger pointing across the straits to the green hills beyond while its owner said:‘That’s Albania, no one goes there.’ Times have changed, Butrint is now a popular destination on day trips from Corfu, though few venture across the water for longer. Arriving early from Ksamil meant we almost had the place to ourselves.

Greek Butrint - Bouthroton

The oldest archaeological evidence of a settlement dates to between the 10th and 8th centuries BCE and that settlement became the city of Bouthroton with the construction of the acropolis in the 7th century. At first an independent city linked with the Corinthian colony of Corfu, it became subject to Corfu after the second Peloponnesian War (413-404 BCE). Bouthroton’s access to the Straits of Corfu, and location on the boundary between mainland Greece and the barbarian world beyond gave it strategic importance. The city grew and by the 4th century BCE had an agora, a theatre and a sanctuary dedicated to Asclepius, the Greek god of medicine.

Butrint site map, the work of Lencer from an original by Neritan Ceka, borrowed from Wikipedia

The site map above, by far the best I have found, is in German but even the most monolingual anglophone should not find it difficult to follow. We arrived on the (purple) road (left of map) which leads to a parking area. After picking up a knowledgeable young guide, we entered (at the eingang!) and made our way up to the agora and theatre.

Approaching the temple of Asclepius and the theatre, Butrint

This is a seismically active area and over the centuries the land and the water table have shifted up and down. It is now necessary to cross a small lake to reach the Temple of Asclepius…

Over the lake to the Temple of Asclepius, Butrint

…with the opportunity to view the resident turtles. These may be European pond turtles, striped necked terrapins (aka Caspian turtles), both or neither.

Part of Butrint's turtle community

Every Greek city needed a theatre, and Burtrint’s looks small, though there is evidence that the seating went further up the hill behind.

Greek theatre, Butrint

It is easy to be appalled by 18th and 19th century slavery (and by modern slavery, too) but it is almost impossible to comprehend the mind-set involved in classical slavery. Inscriptions on the wall at the entrance to the theatre (though it may have been a wall in the agora at the time) mainly deal with the freeing of slaves. Freed slaves merged into the regular citizenry and some become slave owners themselves.

Inscriptions on the theatre wall, Butrint

Leaving the temple for the baths, we could to see the theatre seating probably continuing into the woods above – and a school party using the theatre as it was designed.

Greek theatre, Butrint

Roman Butrint -Buthrotum

As Greek power waned, that of Rome waxed and 228 BCE Butrint and Corfu became Roman protectorates. A century later Butrint became part of the Province of Macedonia and in 44 BCE a Roman colony.

Romans needed baths like Greeks needed theatres, so they built one, the underfloor design being instantly recognisable from one end of the empire to the other. The water in the bottom is not bathwater!

Roman baths, Butrint

Opposite are the remains of the Temple of Minerva.

Temple of Minerva, Butrint

Continuing past on-going archaeology …

Continuing archaeology, Butrint

…we reached the gymnasium. Although sounding as though it should be Greek, the gymnasium lies on the line of the second of the city’s three walls built to protect an ever larger area as the population grew. The nymphaeum is the only recognisable survivor and is certainly a Romanesque structure. The remains of mosaics can be seen in the tops of the niches, but even by standing directly beneath them, risking a backward step into the water, I could not make them out.

The gymnasium's nymphaeum, Roman Butrint

In the 3rd century CE a major earthquake levelled much of outer Buthrotum…

…and in the 5th century political earthquakes destroyed the Roman Empire. Power passed to Byzantium.

Byzantine Butrint

Christianity arrived with the Byzantine Empire and the circular baptistry was built in the 6th century on part of a Roman bathhouse. The star shaped font in the centre is surrounded by two concentric circles of eight Egyptian granite pillars, once supports for a wooden roof.

Byzantine baptistry, Butrint

On the floor is one of the finest mosaics of the Byzantine world. Unfortunately, as the on-site display board explains at length, it is permanently covered to protect it from the seasonal rise and fall of water levels. Once every couple of years the cover is removed for conservation purposes, but not today, so we had to make do with the picture on the display board.

The baptistry mosaic, display board, Butrint

The Basilica was also built in the 6th century when Butrint became the seat of a bishopric, though it was rebuilt in 1267 by Charles I, King of Naples.

Butrint Basilica

It had three aisles…

Aisles, Butrint basilica

…and a mosaic floor, part of which can still be seen.

Mosaics on the basilica floor, Butrint

Despots, Angevins and Doges

In the 7th century Slavic tribes started to move into the Balkans. Butrint survived but it is unclear whether the city was under Byzantine or Slavic control from the 7th to the 10th century.

Although Constantinople did not fall to the Ottomans until 1453, the Byzantine Empire started fragmenting after the 4th Crusade (1202-1204). Butrint became part of the wonderfully named Despotate of Epirus - one of the fragments - that ruled Eastern Greece until the Ottomans arrived in 1474.

In 1272 Charles of Anjou took Corfu and Butrint and in 1277 added King of Albania to his many other titles. The Angevins ruled in Butrint (with occasional interruptions from the Despotate) until 1386 when Corfu and Butrint were sold to the Doge of Venice.

The Venetians were only interested in Corfu, and Butrint went into decline. The city was sacked in 1572 in the war between the Venetians and Ottomans and never recovered.

Fascists and Communists in Butrint

East of the basilica the path slipped through one of the gaps in the outer wall and continued along the edge of the Vivari Channel.

Looking up the Vivari Channel into Lake Burtrint

An independent Principality of Albania was established followed the defeat of the Ottomans in the 1913 Balkan War and the Great Powers decided that German princeling Wilhelm of Wied should be the new head of state. He lasted six months; Albania was on the road to chaos even before the start of World War I.

Stability returned in 1925 with the creation of the First Republic of Albania as an Italian protectorate. In 1928 President Zogu became King Zog I; the new Kingdom nominally independent but with Italy still holding the reins. (for more about King Zog, see the Tirana post.)

In 1928 Mussolini sent an archaeological expedition to Butrint headed by Luigi Maria Ugolini, a political appointment but also a competent professional archaeologist. He excavated the Greek and Roman cities and found two gates in the outer wall.

The 'Scaean' Gate, Butrint

Virgil’s epic poem, The Aeneid (published 19 BCE) concerns Aeneas, who survived the fall of Troy and fled westwards. Virgil tells of his visit to Butrint, founded, allegedly, by Helenus, son of King Priam of Troy and Andromache, the widow of Hector. Here Aeneas learns that his destiny is to endure much and eventually reach Italy and found the city of Rome.

Virgil was writing patriotic mythology but fascism needs to believe its own mythology – and not just because it gave Italy a tenuous claim over Albania. To please Mussolini, Ugolini dubbed his freshly discovered gate the ‘Scaean Gate’ after the main gate of Troy. The Italian post office re-imagined the meeting of Helenus and Aeneas at the ‘Scaean Gate’ with both men raising their arms in a fascist salute.

Aeneas greets Helenus at Butrint. Fascists would be funny if they weren't so nasty

After passing the Lion Gate we ascended to the acropolis.

The Lion Gate, Butrint

When the communist government of Enver Hoxha took over after World War II, foreign archaeologists were no longer welcome, but excavations continued, directed by local academic Hasan Ceka. There would be few visitors to Butrint during the next 45 years, foreign tourists stayed away, and Albanians from outside the region needed special security passes to travel this close to the Greek border.

There is a story that when Mr Khrushchev visited in 1959, the leader of the Soviet Union studied the view from the acropolis and told Enver Hoxha to forget ancient ruins, Butrint would make a perfect submarine base.

View from the Acropolis, Butrint. It looks too shallow for submarines (occasionally I feel moved to give my opinion on a subject of which my ignorance is absolute)

It is also said that before Khrushchev’s visit the heavily wooded site was swept for poisonous snakes. Later Albanian officials watched in horror as a snake emerge from the undergrowth, slithered over to the Soviet leader and buried its fangs in his ankle. Sadly, the snake died.

The local guide told the first of those stories as fact, I do not know the source and maybe it is true but I have my doubts. A year later Albania fell out with the USSR and allied itself with the Chinese in the great communist schism, so a story showing Khrushchev in a bad light was convenient. In 1976 Chairman Mao died, Albania fell out with China and for the next 12 years was as isolated as North Korea.

A Venetian castle has sat atop the acropolis for some centuries and the basement contains a display of local finds. Fortunately, Lynne carries a torch in her bag so we could continue our perusal even after the electricity failed.

Venetian fort, Acropolis, Butrint

Outside is a carved head that Ugolini presented to Mussolini. It was thought to be the head of a woman, but the misleading haircut was apparently popular with men at some time in antiquity, and it is now believed to be Apollo. Fascism and communism having both slipped into the past (and may they stay there) the bust has returned to its rightful place.

Apollo, Butrint

The Blue Eye

We left Butrint and made our way back through Ksamil and Saranda before turning east into hilly terrain.

Travelling inland from Saranda

After almost an hour Edi swung off the road onto a well-made but unmetalled track leading into a forest of oak and sycamore, round and above a lake, to a car park. ‘Blue eye,’ he said pointing at a footpath into the trees.

The path took us beside and then over a stream of astounding clarity, rushing with surprising speed through the wooded valley.

The water from the Blue Eye rushing through the wooded valley

The path twisted and turned and we shortly came back to the stream, perhaps after the confluence with another stream as two bodies of water appeared to flow side by side or was it just an optical illusion cused by disparities in depth.

Possibly two steams flowing side by side, or possibly an optical illusion

Metallic blue damselflies flew in large numbers about the paths and clearings, and in and out of the stream side vegetation, occasionally stopping to pose for a photograph. These were, probably, beautiful demoiselles – by which I mean Calopteryx virgo not my description (though beautiful they were). The mature male of the Balkan version of the subspecies Calopteryx virgo festiva has no white patches on his wings, so that is what I think I have captured.

A beautiful demoiselle (I think) Calopteryz virgo festiva at the Blue Eye

We soon reached the start of the stream – a somewhat unusual statement. There was clearly a substantial spring here and, as can be seen in the photo below, a platform to view it from.

The Blue Eye from the end of the stream

From the platform we peered into the depths of the Blue Eye, (Syri i KaltĂ«r – Eye of Blue in Albanian). The water wells up a from deep inside the earth, the eye’s iris as blue as the damselflies flitting round the pond. It is reputedly over 50m deep, though the precise depth is unknown.

Internet pictures show people diving into the eye from above the platform – foolish I would have thought, much of the surrounding water is dangerously shallow, and uncomfortable, too, as the water emerges at 10ÂşC.

The Blue Eye

Wikipedia informs me that the discharge rate is 18,400 l/s and “in summer 2004 the source temporarily dried up”. If it can dry up, then the discharge rate must vary, presumably seasonally and with stronger variations during extreme weather. So, what does 18,400 l/s mean? Is it the maximum discharge? The average, and if so at some particular time of year? Is it merely the last measurement of some unspecified individual? Was the number plucked from the air? As a grumpy old mathematician, it really annoys me when people quote numbers that have not properly understood (and lacked the wit to realise their failure). And why bother with it anyway, who can visualise what 18,400 l/s looks like?

I do not wish to finish with a rant – particularly as it is about Wikipedia, not the Blue Eye or anything Albanian. We had enjoyed a fine morning and continued our journey to GjirokastĂ«r in good spirits.

Albania

Friday, 7 June 2019

Ksamil on the Albanian Riviera: Albania Part 1

The Ferry from Corfu and a Stress Free Introduction to Albania

06-June-2019

Corfu to Saranda Ferry and on to Ksamil

After breakfast we trundled our cases through the whole length of the ferry port..

Trundling our suitcase through Corfu ferry port

The port is busy, passenger and car ferries leave for various Greek islands and cities, including Athens via the Corinth Canal, for Barri and Brindisi in Italy, and for other destinations. Saranda in Albania was the only route going outside the Schengen Area, so we had to make our way to customs and passport control in the port’s farthest, darkest corner.

The formalities were straightforward and we left on time at 9am.

Leaving the dock, Corfu

The strait between Corfu and Albania narrows to a little over 2km, but Corfu City to Saranda is nearer 20km, a journey the hydrofoil completes in under the hour.

Corfu to Saranda

We headed north along the coast of Corfu...

The hazy coast of Corfu

...and once beyond its northernmost point we were almost immediately entering the bay of Saranda, the blue sea surrounded by a horseshoe of green hills. Saranda’s white buildings have crept ever further upwards as the town has developed as a holiday resort.

Entering Saranda

Albania
The crossing took less than no time, literally, as we left Corfu at 9.00 and disembarked in Saranda at 8.40. It is not the first time on our travels we have found ourselves putting our watches back while travelling east, it feels strange but most of Greece, if not Corfu, is east of Albania so it is not unreasonable for Greece to be in a later time zone.

Disembarking at Saranda

We were met by a driver who took us to the smaller resort of Ksamil, 15km to the south. Ksamil lies on a peninsula (see map above), the body of water on the landward side being called ‘Lake’ Butrint, though the water is brackish and has an outlet to the sea - like a Scottish sea loch, only blue. We drove several miles along the beautiful lakeside, passing numerous mussel beds.

Ksamil, First Steps

We reached Ksamil, turned off the main road and drove through and almost out of town before reaching the Hotel Luxury.

The Hotel Luxury, Ksamil

The friendly receptionist checked us in immediately, offered us a second breakfast and gave us a room with a balcony overlooking Paradise Beach – one of many in Ksamil.

Paradise Beach, Ksamil from our balcony

We were not seriously tempted by a second breakfast, but coffee and a cake seemed appropriate, by Greek time if not Albanian.

Needing money, we asked the receptionist about an ATM. There were two in Ksamil, she told us, opposite each other on the main road a twenty-minute walk away.

Strolling back through the small town was pleasant and gave us an opportunity to check out the restaurants. Albania may not be the poorest country in Europe, Moldova (we visited last year) and Ukraine vie for that honour, but it is only a little richer. The streets of Ksamil did not look particularly prosperous, but neither did they look poverty stricken; the shops and the state of the road and buildings reminded us of the Algarve thirty years ago – an impression reinforced by the prickly pears and bougainvillea.

The streets of Ksamil (photographed next day, but they don't change much)

Outside our chosen ATM was a rosemary hedge. In less affluent countries ATMs usually have a security guard, often they are elderly, eking out whatever pension they may or may not have. Rarely do they look the sort of person you would find reassuring in the event of a violent mugging, but as they seldom, if ever, have to do anything it hardly matters.

Central Ksamil - the ATM is on the main road 10m behind the camera

The very typical security guard saw us put our hands into the hedge. He smiled and made plucking and rubbing gestures, but there was no need we were ahead of him and the savoury fragrance of rosemary accompanied us into the ATM booth. As we emerged a few minutes later equipped with tens of thousands of lek (Albania is a cash economy and £1 buys 140 lek) the guard approached us and presented Lynne with a sprig of rosemary he had cut for her.

We had not known what to expect in Albania. Thirty years ago it had been as isolated as North Korea (we visited there in 2013), the first decade of democracy was blighted by a pyramid selling scandal which cost Albanian citizens US$1.2 billion (an average of $400 each) and led to the brink of civil war, and the only Albanians who make the news at home are involved in organised crime. On the other hand, the taxi driver who brought us to Ksamil was smiley and welcoming, the hotel receptionist had been friendly and helpful and now a security guard, a man old enough to have been an adult under the repressive regime of Enver Hoxha, was giving us a present. The real Albania was turning out to be a delight [and remained that way for the rest of our stay]

On the way back we bought a bottle of ouzo, not very Albanian maybe, but Greece was close by, it was readily available (which it isn’t at home), it was cheap (which it isn’t at home) and we had the perfect balcony for drinking ouzo in evening sunshine.

oo000oo

06-June-2019 and 07-June-2019

An hour by hour account of our activities in a resort designed for inactivity would be dull, so here are the memorable bits.

Light Lunches

We had two lunches, one a Greek style snack in a beach cafĂ© where a bottle of Tirana beer (a competent if uninspiring ‘pilsner’) cost 300 lek, the other a shared pizza in town where beer cost half as much.

A snack and a beer, Paradise Beach, Ksamil

On the Beach

We indulged in the obligatory lounge on the beach, surrounded by Russians…

Lynne's toes and some Russians, Lori Beach Ksamil

…and I went for the equally obligatory swim. I must admit that in recent years I have become a warm water swimmer, happy enough ploughing up and down a lane at Stone Leisure Centre or wallowing in the balmy waters off Langkawi, but I have not seriously threatened the wet end of an Algarve beach in the last three or four visits. The Mediterranean looked invitingly clear and blue, but this early in the season it was not particularly warm. Waist deep, I found the cold uncomfortable and I was unsure whether to continue. ‘You have nothing to prove,’ I told myself.

Shall I have a swim, or hail that taxi? Lori Beach, Ksamil

At that point friend and former colleague Anne swum into my mind’s eye. Earlier this year her daughter travelled to Murmansk as part of the British team for the world ice swimming championships (and yes, that does say ICE swimming). Anne went along for the ride - only she went ice swimming too and even took part in a competition (she appears in this You Tube video). Ice swimming is obviously barmy, but it is a magnificent barmy and if Anne can swim in an ice hole, surely I can manage the Mediterranean.

Easy really, Lori Beach, Ksamil

Yes of course I can, and it was pleasantly warm once I had taken the plunge.

A Short Walk out of Town

We admired the Albanian habit of putting colourful pots of colourful plants along walls and, in this case, up stairs...

Colourful pots, colourful plants

...and took a walk up the little road out of town, where we were greeted by every one of the locals we passed. We went far enough to look back over Ksamil.

Ksamil

The road was lined with farms and small-holdings. Some of the dwellings looked basic, and farming methods antiquated….

I have not seen hay in stooks like that for many years, Ksamil

…while other had large and prosperous looking houses…

A more prosperous looking farmhouse, Ksamil

…and strutting, self-appointed guardians.

Guard hen, Ksamil

Ksamil Mosque and Orthodox Church

On our way back we heard a call from the mosque. We did not search for Ksamil’s mosque but we did catch a glimpse as we went for dinner. It has a pencil slim minaret, typical of the Balkans.

Minaret and dome of the Ksamil mosque

Nearby is the Greek Orthodox church. Enver Hoxha tried to make Albania an atheist state, in the 1970s all places of worship were closed and practicing religion was a punishable offence. The current democratic constitution permits freedom of religion and the secular government stays out of religious matters. In the 2011 census 58% said they were Muslim, 17% Christian (10% Catholic, 7% Greek Orthodox) and the rest non-religious. These figures probably underestimate the Greek Orthodox population which may be double the census figure. Here in the south, many people are of Greek descent and the Orthodox Church is particularly strong. Either way, 68% of Albanians say their religion, if they have one, is not particularly important in their lives.

Greek Orthodox church, Ksamil

Dinners in Ksamil, Octopus and Mussels

Both evenings, after a glass of ouzo on the balcony, we set off about 8 o’clock to find a restaurant for dinner. On the way we paused to watch the sun set into the Mediterranean.

A Ksamil sunset

The first evening we dined on octopus, the tender, mild flavoured tentacles grilled to perfection…

Grilled octopus and mixed salad, Ksamil

…and on the second, mussels like those we had spotted earlier growing in Lake Butrint. The local method is to cook them in the oven. The sauce is based on wine, herbs and garlic, like moules marinière (no, moules marinière does not involve cream, regardless of what Rick Stein, Raymond Blanc and any other culinary luminary may say*) though with the addition of green peppers and a little tomato. Mussels and sauce were both excellent.

Mussels, Albanian style, Ksamil, (I should point out this is a dish for two)

Albanian cuisine has three main influences, Italian (our pizza lunch, the balsamic dressing on the salads) Balkan (grilled meats predominate inland) and, particularly here, Greek (Tzatziki and feta are ubiquitous). I love baklava and had just enough space after the mussels. It was a great disappointment, dry and overcooked, but whether that was the restaurant or the way Albanians eat their baklava I do not know.

Wine was a little disappointing too, no wine lists, just carafe wine - a litre is too much, half a litre too little – but cheap enough and Italian in origin.

Not a disappointment was raki, the appropriate end to every Albanian dinner. Usually distilled from grapes (other fruits can be used) it is a colourless spirit that hovers somewhere between regular brandy and pomace brandies (marc/grappa/bagaceira etc). It has a rough, raw, alcoholic flavour and is usually sold at 40% (higher is possible, particularly in the homemade versions). The regulation 5cl measure (a British ‘double’, though a British single is merely a wet glass) is available in every restaurant for around 70p. We loved it.

*I refer you to Larousse Gastronomique as the ultimate authority


Albania

Part 1: Ksamil on the Albanian Riviera
Part 2: Butrint and the Blue Eye
Part 3: GjirokastĂ«r
Part 4: Berat
Part 5: Tirana
Part 6: Tirana to Saranda
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