After the last post in mind with all the curiosity for the country we are going to esplolare. Now it 's almost a week through the street in the Albanian mountains to the sea by passing to the chaotic city and timeless villages. And even if we begin to understand something, the questions are many and the desire to discover is only increasing. We have a boundless
Pogrodec, always on the Ohrid lake, and immediately the difference between the two countries was evident. From the Customs, the border policemen, with those Macedonians who advises us not to do the insurance for the bike-in Albania, that is enough to pay the cops if they are stories. Instead, those Albanians simply do not have it controlled insurance. And our insistence on an official has admitted that it had modules to make it, that maybe will help us in the nearby town '. Then we begin to drive on rough road and overlooking the lake is not insured.
The city is' actually a paesinao by 12,000 inhabitants, however, Mueve constantly in the car with the radio loud and screaming in the streets, seem 10 times as many. We thought that everyone here speak Italian, thanks to the TV, but it is not true. Only a few are able to understand and just talk a lot simple. I am not able to give directions like left / right. And this will be a constant: only the exiles who live in Italy speak Italian, and this', however, the only language in which you can build a rudimentary dialogue. We meet once
Ezio (and who knows how to name it?), Who emigrated to commit to a leather shop in Florence, which here acts as boss of the country, one that money and he does see them, returned for the funeral of grandmother, who offers us coffee, providing us with valuable information. For example, warns us, mingling himself, which some here still use the old course of the currency, equal to new but multiplied by 10: and now, to buy a road map we see the delirious situation in which even the Albanians are wrong. After a little 'eye on prices and we will not confuse us more. We strongly advise against doing the mountain road we had planned: it says that and, ugly, unsafe, with work in progress and that even the locals do. We think about a bit 'and we take the same spot, where appropriate, to retrace our steps.
And our choice is a winner. The road and 'rough, all humps, bumps and whether ministries, but with patience we face at low speed. The average travel over the next two days will be less than 30km / h, according to the onboard computer. We are rewarded with amazing scenery, boundless and bare hills and mountains dotted with bunkers (Spiegheremo. ..) donkeys and cows that keep us company, treaquilli villages.
cross the mountains sleeping in the only inn within tens of kilometers and approdiamoa Gjirokastra.
Then we drive to the blue sea of \u200b\u200bcsota north of Saranda, where between baths, sun, reading, and grilled fish spend two full days.
And now we have arrived at Berat, a striking beauty, even more characteristic of Gjirokastra, all of white stone wood edition. It seems to be in a ltra era.
If you do not get out of here within 10 seconds the Leo bites me from hunger. So the next time!
ENRICO
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