Crazy Serbian and rural Albania

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I left that morning for Montenegro, thinking that I could maybe camp in the middle of the country somewhere and be on my way to Albania the day after, but things did not really go according to the original plan.

Leaving Croatia and getting into another country that I know absolutely nothing about was a great feeling, but although the Kotor Bay was nice (plus I took a ferry, which always is a fun experience), Montenegro didn’t quite conquer me.

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On the ferry across Kotor Bay, Montenegro

Mainly, I think it was because of the traffic, because the coast was really beautiful. But the issue with coastal Montenegro is that there is basically just one road that goes all along, and millions of car on it. I actually got really close to hitting a Serbian car, who did not seem to care about any basic rule or anything at all, for that matter. So I decided to keep going as far as I could, which was the city of Shkodër in Albania.

The border between Montenegro and Albania was the busiest I have done so far. I had to wait about 20 minutes to go through, so I had a little chat about the people behind me who lived in Fribourg, Switzerland, and were going back to their home country for holidays (Kosovo).

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Reaching Albania

Albania is very different from the rest. Once you pass the border, it feels like you travelled back in time a century ago, and all you see around is farmers and donkeys (exaggerating a bit, but not that much). Also it seems that the birds here are suicidal : for some reason they try to fly as close to my front wheel at they can, as if it was a sort of challenge.

I finally got to Shkodër and tried to look for a hostel but couldn’t find any. It was getting late and I was really tired of the day, so I decided to go for a basic hotel and got my own room with AC (hallelujah) for 20 euros, breakfast included. It was 10 euros cheaper that the 8 bed dorm I was staying at the previous day, so that was a good deal, I think.

Let’s just hope that I won’t be crossing any other Serbian drivers. Anyway, the donkeys should be able to slow them down.

8 Responses

  1. Loli Gashi

    Le peis de mont mari Kosovo

  2. La Syldavie, c’est pour quand? Et ne critique pas trop Crna Gora: j’en ai du sang royal (te raconterai!)…

    • J’ai hâte d’en apprendre plus sur ton sang royal, ça expliquerait peut-être tes traits rustres et durs !

      Ah, le royaume du Pélican noir.. Un jour peut-être..

  3. Et Lilly ?

    • Lily, s’il te plaît. Un seul L. N’écorchons pas son nom, elle est après tout mon ultime compagnon de route. Disons qu’elle est devenue un peu plus noire qu’au départ..

  4. Vraiment cool le blog, plus d’article et de photo si possible please 😀

  5. Bauswein

    ah la baie de Kotor. Sa route en lacets qui grimpe gentiment mais joliment.
    Par contre, en Albanie vous me coiffez au poteau. “De mon temps” on n’entrait pas en Albanie!!!! Tu parles!!! Avec les sbires du camarade Hodja, le dictateur, dont j’entendais les propos traduits en français le soir à 24 heures avec le fidèle et fatidique: “Ici Tirana, ici Tirana. Aujourd’hui le camarade Enver Hodja a visité une ferme modèle……….pour la libération des peuples …………..vers une agriculture modèle…………….” . J’aurais pu écrire son discours à sa place!
    Bonne continuation et n’oubliez pas les fruits quand vous arriverez en Macédoine.*
    jjb

    JJB

    • L’Albanie et son histoire étaient simplement incroyables. Ca ne m’étonne pas du tout, la dictature de l’époque était extrême, pas la moindre forme de religion autorisée, ou la moindre forme d’enseignement externe au cadre dicté pour le gouvernement.

      Pas de Macédoine cependant, car direction Grèce puis Turquie !

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