Transitioning between the “old first world” and “second world” countries has been both confronting and a little confusing — like stepping through time zones of temperament. One moment, I’m wrapped in the warmth and affection of Albanians with their big smiles and open hearts; the next, I’m met with the polished, Italian-influenced style of southern…
Down on the beach, the local fishermen haul in their daily catch — and it’s as fresh as it gets. Locals line up patiently along the sand, ready to buy straight from the source. You can also find fish at the market, though those often come with a few extra “fly footprints” as proof of…
I rolled into Vlore full of excitement for my two-night stay — visions of seaside hikes and sunshine dancing in my head. But alas, the trail I had planned to conquer was closed. Apparently, the sea cliffs have become a little… unstable. Safety first, they say! Then came my “charming” apartment manager — who greeted…
Today was always going to be a wet one. The rain had been hammering down all night, and I had 40km ahead of me. By 8am it looked like the skies were having second thoughts, so I packed up and set off optimistically. The trail, however, had turned into one long series of puddles—more water…
This morning’s breakfast came with a side of inspiration! I caught up with Flora, the amazing German woman I met yesterday. She’s on a sabbatical from the German Police Force after 11 years of service and will be turning 30 in just two days. 🎉 Her plan? Oh, just a casual ride from Germany to…
Today was pure magic — the kind of crazy, unexpected, heartwarming magic that makes travel so unforgettable.The day started early and only 11 km in — pfft! — my first puncture. Luckily, the local agricultural business came to the rescue. I thanked them, pedalled off… and 100 metres later, pfft again! The second puncture. This…
Well, today I was chauffeur-driven in my very own mini bus — solo passenger, first-class view! My driver looked about eighty but handled the wheel like a pro. Every so often, he’d pop the bus into neutral and coast gracefully down the hills. I’ll admit, the first couple of times I double-checked to make sure…
Who knew you couldn’t pump up a bike tyre at a petrol station? Certainly not me! Turns out my trusty steed needs a Presta valve, not the usual car-style one. So, off I went and bought the right pump—success! Tyre inflated and still holding strong after three hours (small victories count on the road). It…