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Albania Mania

Albania. Where the people are friendly and Mercedes rule the roads. Spent a couple nights in a lovely guesthouse outside of Shkodër where chickens and kittens live in peaceful harmony. But man do roosters ruin a good sleep. Didn’t spend too much time in the city but biking in Albania is a good way to feel alive, hoo boy.

Took a minibus (called furgon) to Tirana and it was 100x more comfortable than some of my other rides *cough*zabljak-kotor. As soon as I crossed the border, much like Bosnia, you can feel the difference. Many of the locals don’t speak much english but they are so incredibly warm and friendly. You hear many people from other parts of the Balkans and even the world who say how hostile and dangerous it is. Not from what I’ve seen.

Also mediocre fun fact! This past September was the first September I haven’t been in school since I started many years ago. Feels weird maaan.

Going to Kruje today and then debating if I’ll stay tomorrow night in Tirana. Enjoy the photos!

Halftime

Bobsled track in Sarajevo

Bobsled track in Sarajevo

I’m just over halfway through my trip and I think I’ve gotten a little smarter. I’m definitely still dumb in areas, but I think I have a better handle of things than I did a month ago. Here are some tips in no order, just as they come to me.

Buses
buses have been a great, and often the necessary way to move through the Balkans. But there are some things to know or that may help.

– seat number (listed under Sjediste if in a south Slavic speaking country) doesn’t usually matter here. Just sit wherever, and unlike me, try and sit on the side with the view. Right now I have a great view of rocks to my left and the Adriatic is across the aisle behind some Russian’s heads.

– bus terminal (Peron) is the same thing, check the bus sign and ask the driver or ticket usher, because it won’t/can’t always park where the ticket sometimes says

– have a rough idea of how long the trip will be, same goes for trains. Some train stations and seemingly all bus stations are poorly signed, you don’t want to get off at the wrong stop

– if you put a bag under the bus (which you’ll often have to pay a dollar for) make sure its the first thing you grab when you get off. I’ve almost forgotten my bag, which I blame it on the stress I endured on the tumultuous bus ride on the way back to Kotor from Zabljak. Yeah that’s it.

Trains
I haven’t been on too many trains, but this is my experience:

– seat number matters here, you often pay extra to reserve it. They will have little cards outside the cabin door that says if its reserved or not, use that as evidence if someone stubborn doesn’t want to move from your seat in the train car full of british bebs

– as before pay attention to signs and time as the announcements are garbled and all spoken in a language that isn’t English

– keep your eye on your bag, don’t leave it unattended. If you sleep, somehow keep it on you so no one can snag it. Only if you’re in a cabin full of aforementioned British girls can you leave it on your seat for a minute

Other

– if you need to use the laundry service that’s offered by a hostel, do it as soon as you arrive. When they say it’ll be done to when it’ll actually be done doesn’t always line up. Better be safe than have a backpack full of wet clothes. Also check to make sure all your clothes are there, socks are easy to be left behind!

– if you get pick of a bed at a hostel, claim it by throwing the sheet on it. Rakija makes top bunks difficult to navigate but they do make me feel 19 again*

Basically be proactive, use your head as best you can and pay attention to all details. This is something I hope I’m getting better at! But most important is to be able to roll with the punches. Life is no fun without a little bit of challenge. Adapt and don’t let a mistake bum you out!

Natalie’s Farewell!

Balkan Style a la Gangnam Style is an endearing term for how the locals live (with less satire). This is apparent in all aspects of their culture: from day-to-day interaction, arts, and of course their driving. From what I’ve been told its what they’re famous for! It definitely makes for entertaining bus rides to say the least.

On our way to Zabljak our bus was delayed by an hour for reasons we could only guess at. We eventually arrived to much chillier temperatures, but that allowed me to sympathize with friends and family back home :). We hit the trail early to crush a 20km-ish hike (I want to double check that when I get back) up to some ice caves, Ladena Paciné — I think — in Durmitor National Park. It took us the whole day and the views were spectacular. I think I burned off a little of the bread and meat I’ve been stuffing my big face with for the past month.

Yesterday, we did a much easier hike in the same park. Okay it was more like a mountainous stroll. Fine. It was a gentle and serene walk around the Black Lake. It wasn’t very black, but it was lakey.

Then began the journey to Kotor so Natalie could make her flight this morning back to France. This was supposed to be a purdy 3.5 hour busride back. NOPE. 5.5 hours of pure personality-destroying, life-changing turmoil. It wasn’t that bad but to try and keep this blog somewhat more interesting than a game of bash your head with rocks, I will indulge in some creativity a little.

AIR CONDITIONING. The words stood out to me like an ancient artifact to Dr. Jones. This bus would be a cozy and comfortable ride back to Kotor. We step on, the friendly bus attendants smile and point to the back of the bus, their gaze fall on my Canadian flag patch.

“I wonder how well the Canadians handle heat in this country,” I’m sure they thought to themselves. Their smiles hide the naivety that will soon be exposed. We take our seats and notice no cold air coming from the vents. No biggie, maybe once they start driving? Fifteen minutes into the ride and that was answered with a stuffy and musty ‘no’. Okay this bus isn’t too bad, I’m warm but I ain’t no baby (actually I am and I fear the humid heat like a cockroach fears light). Then we arrive at some city, Podgoricha I think. It should be named City Where Everyone Wants to Get on This Bus-icha. All of Montenegro was at this bus stop battling their way to get a standing spot. Then she boarded. She would be the ruler of any fresh air arriving on this bus, and tonight her thumb would point down.

It started to cook, I was getting a nice medium-rare look about me. Some girls opposite us opened their window. Moments later,
“You dare allow cool and fresh air on this bus!? Close that at once before I close… Your life,” I’m sure she said in Montenegran. She hated all things good and nice

The bus attendants could see fear and the hopelessness in our eyes, so they cracked a window. The Ruler of the Air had no authority over them thankfully. Only an hour to go. The odd breeze would keep us alive and awake. 30 minutes to go. Mouth is parched. I start wringing my shirt into my mouth to absorb my lost water. The Ruler of the Air glared at me as I was trying to save my life.
“I win,” I mouthed to her.

We arrive in Kotor. Dozens of Montenegran hunnies greet me and a few hunks welcome Natalie back. We did it.

As we later found out, the reason for the delay to Zabljak was due to a fatal accident. A girl my age tried to overtake a vehicle and ended up colliding headfirst into a truck hauling firewood. Her young sister didn’t make it. Although I may be at the will of the bus drivers over here, please take care on the roads back home, friends.

Edit: I now realize how quickly that post degraded into sadness. Know that my plot twists aren’t always shiny.

In the Land of Giants

Skader Lake, biggest lake in the Balkans

Skader Lake, biggest lake in the Balkans

I was told that apparently Montenegro has just received the bragging rights for tallest nation in the world (recorded), stealing the title from the Netherlands. So naturally I fit right in.

You can tell the season is coming to a close, although there still are the hoards of cruise shippers (floaters), but places like Budva — a Miami-esque town in Montenegro and a hotspot for Russian tourists, are shutting down. Nat and I did manage to get a couple parties in, one led us to a club in Kotor that looked like a greek temple. It was actually filled up with locals which was a change, all to see a British DJ. She wanted a glowstick which I enthusiastically and most tenderly delivered accidentally to the face. That’s why you always keep your eye on the ball kids!

Because of my phone being a little unfriendly, I have to do a bit of a photo dump for the next posts. PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR MEDIOCRITY

Cruising Ol’ Monte

Lunchtime view

Lunchtime view

Lake that I forget the name of, the lakebed is below sealevel at points

Lake that I forget the name of, the lakebed is below sealevel at points

Went on a tour around Montenegro with Natalie and saw some pretty varied sights! Geographically its such a buffet, down on the coast it looks similar to south-central British Columbia while up north near the mountains almost gives off a Nordic vibe. Although their mountains aren’t as tall as the Rockies, size isn’t everything. They are pretty different looking with vast passes and meadows in between.

Learned more about the history of the country including a monastery built into a cliff, a mausoleum on top of a mountain that made me nerd tweak a bit since I felt I was in the middle of Skyrim and some spirited driving on some less-wide roads.

I’m in Zabljak with Natalie right now and wish I could stay another night. Its such a prime spot for outdoor activities and hiking, loving it. Although its only 2000 people its classified as a city. The hostel owners here couldn’t keep a straight face wondering how Austria has 20000 person villages but Montenegro has 2000 person cities. Especially when cows just were walking down the front street.

From atop a mountain near a mausoleum

From atop a mountain near a mausoleum