Albania

Today is September 1, a big day for us. After exactly 100 days in current and former communist countries (plus three days in Finland), and after all these weeks across Asia and down through Eastern Europe, we’re driving a couple hours north up to Vlore and taking a ferry across to Italy. Western Europe. Familiar territory. We get into Brindisi this evening, then take a train to Naples tomorrow for four days, my first trip back since I left in 1976. From there we’re taking advantage of all this time we have by spending a total of 11 days on the three islands in the Bay of Naples – three nights on Procida, four on Ischia, and four on Capri. It should be glorious.

Meanwhile, we spent our last full day in Albania yesterday back on the beach. We drove about 20 minutes south to Jali to another beautiful beach, very popular with the twenty- and thirty-something crowd. Not much to say except beautiful water, lots of sun, and plenty of time to read.

The beach at Jali

The beach at Jali

The view from our palapa

The view from our palapa

Me and my Kindle

Me and my Kindle

So it’s farewell to Albania, a country struggling to leave behind its crazy Maoist communist past. The hotel we’re staying at here in Dhërmi is a great example. It’s brand new, opened just a month ago, and has some beautiful features. Still, there are things they’re still learning to get right. This picture of the elevator is a great example. You’ll notice it’s all bright and shiny and new. It’s only missing one thing – buttons to call it. Yup, they’ve put in the place for an elevator, but somehow there is no actual elevator there. They know what they’re supposed to do, it’s just the execution that’s challenging.

Everything but the elevator itself

Everything but the elevator itself

After a night in Shkodra we were off to Tirana, Albania’s capital, for a couple of days. Before we left, though, we made a quick trip up to Rozafa Castle, a big old thing looming over the city that was already an important site when the Romans captured it in the second century BC. It was the site of the Siege of Shkodra in 1478, the subject of a worldwide best seller in the 16th century that’s just recently been translated into English and is available now on my Kindle!

View of Bojana River and Shkodra from Rozafa Castle

View of Bojana River and Shkodra from Rozafa Castle

After the stop we were finally ready to drive to Tirana. What we were not ready for, though, was the incredible, driving rain storm. We’d stopped at a hilltop restaurant on the way out of the city for coffee, but it turned into a longer wait as the storm blew in and the electricity went out. Realizing that it wasn’t going to just pass, we took off anyway, but it just poured all the way down to Tirana; what should have been a 90-minute drive took probably twice that long. Basically, up to that point every drive we took in Albania was doomed.

Once we landed in Tirana, the highlight was meals with Rezart’s parents and sister Sidrita. We stayed at Rezart’s apartment, which is in the building next door to his parents’ place. So while we napped and explored the city, mom Resi and Sidrita cooked both nights we were there. The meals were, simply, amazing. Stuffed eggplant to die for. Veal so tender it fell off the bone. A yogurt casserole unlike anything we’d ever had that you just had to taste to believe. Spinach one night in a pastry crust that I couldn’t get enough of so the next night they made it with a meat filling. The single best honeydew melon I’ve ever tasted, as though it had honestly been dipped in honey. Fresh figs. Really fresh. The funny thing is, the food was so good we never took pictures, we just didn’t think of it until we were stuffed.

Dinner with Rezart and his charming parents

Dinner with Rezart and his charming parents Resi and Arian

After dinner

After dinner with Sidrita, Resi, and Arian

I could get used to that, though my diet would sure take a beating. On top of the great food, I should add, Rezart’s family was great fun. His sister lives in Frankfurt, Germany with her husband, but was visiting on holiday. Like Rezart she’s fluent in English (they both were high school exchange students in beautiful Houston, Ohio), and handled translation for us older folks. You’d have been amused listening to the conversation of me trying to explain to Rezart’s dad what the Federal Reserve Bank was and why it’s structured the way it is…

After the quick two-night stop in Tirana, it was down to Dhërmi, a small beach town in southern Albania. For the first time, a drive in Albania was pretty much uneventful – mostly divided highway, no bad weather, just … driving. Until we got near the beach, at least, when the views were spectacular.

View from the road, with Rezart's car Skunderbeg seen in the corner

View from the road, with Rezart’s car Skanderbeg seen in the corner

On the road to Dhërmi

On the road to Dhërmi

The same spot on the road, I just like the picture of Mark and the sea and the shadow

The same spot on the road, I just like the picture of Mark and the sea and the shadow

A fun story about our hotel. For the first time on this adventure, we got to the hotel and they said they didn’t have a record of our reservation. We’d made the reservation on Booking.com, and fairly soon thereafter received an email from the hotel that there was a problem with our credit card and they’d canceled the reservation. So we re-entered the credit card info, the reservation went through, and we got a confirmation number. Still, the hotel said they didn’t have a reservation for us and they had no extra rooms. So we drove around for an hour or two until we found another hotel with rooms (we’re still traveling with Rezart) for three nights.

Amusingly, today Mark got an email from Booking.com saying the hotel reported us as no-shows and so they were going to charge our credit card for the night’s stay. Amusing, right?

The beach near Dhërmi

The beach near Dhërmi is spectacular

After a detour through Kosovo, we finally made it into Northern Albania and Valbona National Park. This was a place of rugged mountains, crystal clear rivers, and the most delicious blackberries ever.

It was not, however, a place with Internet. Thus you did not hear from us until we’d left the mountains and driven on to Shkodra in Northwestern Albania, a place that is remarkably close to the border with Montenegro. On a map, Shkodra looks like a short hop from Valbona National Park, but this was so not the case.

Jim's sunrise view as he started his morning run

Jim’s sunrise view as he started his morning run

Hiking the beautiful mountains of Valbona National Park

Hiking the beautiful mountains of Valbona National Park

Taking a blackberry break

Taking a blackberry break

Cooling off in the crystal clear -- but very, very cool -- mountain waters

Cooling off in the crystal clear — but very, very cool — mountain waters

Rezart shows us how to play a çiftelia at dinner

Rezart shows us how to play a çiftelia at dinner

As we left the park we inquired about the best routs for Shkodra, and to our amazement, the consensus was that we needed to head back east into Kosovo and make a huge spiral-shaped loop back into Albania and around to Shkodra. So we got to visit another Kosovar town and have another nice lunch there before completing a long day of travel and ending up remarkably close to where we were in Montenegro three days ago.

Not that it wasn’t an interesting day of travel. Our route was quite the hodgepodge blend of neat paved roads, dusty gravel paths with cows and chickens to dodge, the sparkling new central national highway built to link Kosovo to the Albanian coast, and the deadly final crowded stretch filled with maniacs trying to pass other cars at risk of crashing headlong into us. It’s a relief to be settled into Shkodra for the night.

The sometimes arduous journey from Albania back to Kosovo and back to Albania

The sometimes arduous journey from Albania back to Kosovo and back to Albania

The view from our room in Shkodra

The view from our room in Shkodra