After
goodbyes at the hostel, I climb the first hill of today and come to the main
coastal road again. I fear the traffic, but today there is much less and
certainly a lot fewer trucks. I pass some places, like Sveti Stevan, a pure
Russian enclave I have been told.
I stop for
some bicyclist’ food, dried mixed fruits and peanuts in an old Monastery. It’s
Orthodox and 30 priests live here. It is beautiful, dates back to early 1300
and breaths solemnity. Listen to a prayer (link) to get an idea. The sounds in
the background are from workmen repairing some of the brickwork.
Then
further to Bar, where I lunch big and receive some tips where to go in Albania.
An English lady, enjoying her pizza next to my table, tells me she has stayed
at Mario Mallo in Koman. She calls it: “a beautiful end of the world”.
I talk
myself on the bike again and head for Vladimir and Shkoder (Albania). But I
make a mistake and end up on the road to Ulzinj. After all not so bad, because
it would have been very late when I would have arrived in Shkoder. So after
informing at the Touristic Info in Ulcinj, totally disinterested, I end up in a
far too expensive hotel, ran by the all deciding typical arse licking, fat and
sweating hotel manager. Of course he wears the very appropriate outfit, a cheap
but shining suit with a non-fitting tie. Maybe he was once sacked by John
Cleese and decided to start his own hotel. I am too tired to look for something
else.
Anyway the
bed is good and the hot shower – from which the two doors drop out - helps for
my sore legs.
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