This is a river that just appears like a plug hole in reverse, beautiful clear slightly blue water surrounded by thousands of brilliant blue dragon flies. I got a 14 seater minibus there with 20 locals an board. They had bags and bags of figs, oranges and beans with them. Not a single one spoke a word of English and it was obvious that I was the subject of great curiosity. On the way back I hitched a lift with a maniac who also didn't speak any English but was happy to go out of his way to take me back to Sarande.
