Pork and roast vegetables drizzled with basalmic vinegar.
Sunday, July 13
Improvised fencing
There was a factory here that made cutlery and many of the gardens have their fences made from the scrap material.
Enver Hoxha wos here
Turns out that Enver and I have stayed in the same hotel. Here he is addressing the people from the balcony.
Hotel Cajupi
After the sub-optimal conditions in last night's accommodation I've gone upmarket. So for £24 I get a sterilised bog seat and a great view.
Durres - Gjirokaster
113 miles, 3h 12m, 1200 lek ~ £7, in a minibus
The last hour was spent sitting next to a very old lady with a wrinkly face like a walnut, grey hair up in a bun, fingers the size of sausages from a lifetime of toil and dressed in her sunday best all black outfit. I don't know what she was telling the rest of the passengers but they were all very amused by her tales.
The only minor problem, for me, is that she had a severe body odour problem.
Sunday in Durres
The streets are full of people selling junk spread out on the pavement. Secondhand shoes, used TV remotes, cracked and mismatched crockery, you name it and someone is selling it. I've not got a photo because I don't feel comfortable taking pictures of their poverty.
I'm now on the bus to Gjirokaster. It will be a long journey I think.
Breakfast
I complained because my bathroom ceiling was dripping this morning, presumably because of a leak in the bathroom above, and so I've got a free complementary breakfast which wasn't included in the price for the accommodation. The triangular things are an Albanian speciality consisting of a huge amount of oily puff pastry filled with a minuscule amount of cheese. The pale yellow substance in front of the jam is another version of the margarine that I had earlier, it is really foul, Albanias don't do butter and I have noticed that the milk for sale in the supermarkets is all imported UHT.