Hotel Argenti Shkoder
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... We reached Podgorica, checked into our hotel, then switched cars, as our Kia Sportage was not allowed into Albania. Instead, we were given a Dacia Sandero, which was. The whole procedure took about 30 minutes.
Then, we were on the road to Albania. The drive along the flats to reach the lake was very different from the rest of Montenegro, and the overcast which covered distant mountains didn't help much. Still, it was pleasant. We went through ...
Entry into the Balkans
With Italy now just a memory, we move by ferry to the East and the Balkan States of Europe (Greece, up through Albania, Montenegro, Bosnia Hetzagovina, and Croatia) I think. And, previously known as Yugoslavia, I think.
Viewing the burnt out hulk of a recent near disaster on the same Italy/Greek route, moored next to us whist we wait to board, shows us that travel can indeed be a risky business. This overnight ...
... a school in the countryside. No ordinary person was allowed to own a car in those days, and she was shuttled to school, over an hour each way on bad roads, in a crowded, makeshift government vehicle. The commute ended at a river, but the school was on the other side, no bridge. Each day she had to wade the river twice, sometimes up to her waist. Her husband was assigned to a more distant school in another direction. He could only get home on weekends by walking for five ...
... and was very gracious.
Not everyone can aspire to that level of klutzery, but it can be easy to offend in more subtle ways. Lear contravened a taboo against image-making: "All the passers-by, having inspected my sketching, frown or look ugly, and many say, 'Shaitan' which means, Devil; at length one quietly wrenches my book away and shutting it up returns it to me, saying, 'Yok, yok!' [No, no]". On ...
... into a place called 'Shkoder Hostel' and it's moto was 'me casa su casa' or 'my house is your house' and it totally felt like just that. It was a massive house that had been converted into a hostel and had a homelier than homely feel about it. We checked in to our 8 bed dorm and then spent the afternoon walking around the streets of the small city and checking the place out.
Dane popped in for a haircut from a cranky old barber with a gammy leg. When he asked how much it ...