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TAXI IN TIRANA 1984 (ILLUSTRATED VERSION)

Hiring a taxi in Enver Hoxha's Stalinist Albania was not so simple...

EXCERPT FROM "ALBANIA ON MY MIND" by ADAM YAMEY.
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TIRANA 1984: Skanderbeg Square with House of Culture and mosque

TIRANA 1984: Skanderbeg Square with House of Culture and mosque

After we had eaten lunch at the hotel, a group of us went into the square outside it. We saw a long line of taxis, which were waiting vacantly by a booking booth. We wondered how often these were hired and by whom; there was not a soul in sight taking the slightest interest in them. One of us walked up to the booth and asked the man sitting inside whether we could hire a taxi to take us up to Mount Dajti, some way outside Tirana. Just when it seemed that we had succeeded in hiring a cab, another person inside the booth lifted a telephone receiver, listened for a moment, and then whispered something to the man with whom we had just negotiated. He beckoned to us, and pointed at the hotel. Somehow, he made it clear to us that we needed to book the taxi not from him, but from the hotel reception desk.

TIRANA 1984: Skanderbeg Square was usually without traffic

TIRANA 1984: Skanderbeg Square was usually without traffic

TIRANA 2016: no shortage of traffic!

TIRANA 2016: no shortage of traffic!

We trooped back into the hotel’s lobby and made a beeline for the reception desk. Two suited men, sitting on a sofa nearby, looked at us over the tops of their newspapers. As we reached the desk, I noticed that the doors of one of the hotel’s two lifts were opening. Our Eduart hurried through them and towards the receptionist, who was beginning to attend to us.
“What do you need?” Eduart asked us, out of breath.
“We want to hire a taxi.”
“Why?”
“We want to visit Mount Dajti?”
“Why should you do that?”
“We need some fresh country air. We’ve been in the city for too long.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Eduart protested. “You have already spent many days in the countryside.”
“But, that’s what we want, and we believe that the views from Mount Dajti are magnificent.”
“You cannot go.”
“Why ever not?” we asked.
“There is a lot of traffic. The roads are crowded.” We looked at Eduart disbelievingly. Traffic congestion was certainly not a problem in Albania in 1984.

TIRANA 1984 Red traffic signal but no traffic!

TIRANA 1984 Red traffic signal but no traffic!

“You know that there’s a big national cycle race on at the moment.”
“That was over long ago,” one of us objected. “We saw the posters announcing it along the roads.”
“You can visit Mother Albania, but no further.”
We had already visited the Mother Albania monument, which was located in the outskirts of the town. However, as we were determined to not to give in to our obstreperous guide, we agreed to his compromise.
“Alright,” we said.
Then, Eduart said menacingly:
“You may take the taxi to Mother Albania, but remember that if anything happens to you, we cannot take any responsibility for your safety. You will not be protected by your group visa.” “We’ll risk it,” one of us said.
I did not like the threatening sound of Eduart’s voice, but followed the rest of our small group back to the taxi rank. When we arrived there no more that ten minutes after we had left it, we found that all of the taxis had disappeared, and also there was an extremely long line of people waiting in a queue outside the booth. Accepting defeat, we made our way on foot to a park, which contained Tirana’s zoological gardens. The only animals that I remember seeing were a few wolves. They were sitting in a cage, and were looking as dejected as we felt after our recent encounter with Eduart.

TIRANA 1984: Park with zoo

TIRANA 1984: Park with zoo

Posted by ADAMYAMEY 06:54 Archived in Albania Tagged taxi tirana albania shqiperia

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How interesting! This reminds me quite a lot of Albert's tales of his tour in N Korea, at least in the "over-protectiveness" of the guide - and also the traffic-free streets ;-)

by ToonSarah

Times have really changed . . . or at least circumstances have moved to other places.

by Beausoleil

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