As every August 18-22 or 20-25 or somewhere in the second to last weekend of August, people from surrounding areas of mount Tomorr gather at a holy shrine midway up the mountain. There is a Bektashian holy place where the tomb of their holy man is burried. Bektashis are a liberal sect of Islam but they’re quite moderate as they drink alcohol freely and they are allowed to drink water while they fast (or so I’ve been told).
The road to Kulmak is very bad and most people do it by 4×4. There are even small cars going up the mountain but most of them come to a forced stop midway due to overheating. Our driver was a funny guy with a dirty mouth. At least he got us up there safely. Price per person was 1,000 leke one way. Funny thing, whenever you ask for a price, whatever you buy there, they first weight you from head to toe and then give you the price.
View along the way, where half the mountain looks like a construction site, due to stone tiles being dug up and sold all over Europe/world.
This small shrine has been built at the place Abaz Ali stood up (or smth) and the place is called The Footprint.
Finally after an hour of off-road driving we got to our destination. This is the entrance to the holy site. I also think I broke down most of my kidney stones during the journey.
Tents everywhere, some of them self made with plastic wrap. Also, people sleeping like refugees.
A panorama of the view from our tent. We camped at the same place as three years ago, great view, flat area and 1 minute far from a water well.
This is a zoomed photo of the small shrine on the peak of Tomorr. So, we were like at the base camp and this was the peak. Another 1,000 – 1,500 leke per person to go up there but we passed the opportunity as we’ve been before (check my previous post on Tomorr pilgrimage) and we were short on budget. We could always hike up there but it was a 2.5 hours difficult hike and we postponed it for another time.
We went there a day before the holy days so people were still working on setting up their makeshift shops, bars and restaurants.
Plenty of cooked meat. You could bring your own lamb or just buy one up there and pay a certified butcher to kill it and prepare it for the skewer. This costs like 1,500 leke but then you have to pay another 1,000 or 1,500 leke to cook it, if you didn’t make your own fire.
This was the abattoir. At least they built a semi decent looking one. Last time animals were being butchered all over the place and the stench and flies were a constant annoyance. 
Wifey hiking around to get a better look of the surrounding areas.
Our tent as seen from above.
Although funny, this guy did the right thing. The dust there gets into everything so he covered the car too.
There were so many candles being lit, the paraffin was boiling in some of those “furnaces”.
Lambs for sale. Further down, a pile of skins and internal organs 
Your pilgrimage is not considered complete if you don’t taste Raki from Skrapar, the most famous local spirit in Albania. 500 Leke per 50cl.
Trading Prohibited sign, for the local ambulant sellers. It was full of them tho.
The guy on the left is the head of the sect, still alive I think. The guy on the right is Abaz Ali, the holy man himself. The short poem didn’t make sense to me but here it goes:
Abaz Ali came to Tomorr, he came close to us, Albania wasn’t any more lonely, as God loved it…
We cook meat.
Mmmmm, tasty meat.
A little bit of rest after packing our tent.
