Early bath, defeated by the elements and resultant grinding of the drive train
Incredible scenes, the farming is like I learned at school about medieval Britain and their strips of land. Amazingly most of it is being harvested by hand using sickles and scythes, hardworking people but always happy to wave and say hello in spite of the rain and toil. The produce is sold by the side of the road, wonderfully tasty :D
This section of road is prohibited, but Google, iPhone and Garmin all fail to find any alternative route and I don't fancy carrying it on my shoulder through the hills and fields!
At the height of the rain I find temporary reprieve with a coffee...
Walk on the beach in the finest communist resort of Durres, maybe it looks better in the sunshine?
And my Hotel again reasonable rate, but linen was the worst so far and the restaurant wanted over £30 for a main course, the fast food joint served up kebab, chips and beer for £2.10... not sure they have the balance right yet ;)
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