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The road north from Kruja was mostly one lane in each
direction and quite congested. So far I am not impressed with Albanian driving.
Many on the road would appear to have a suicide wish, passing in heavy traffic
with the faith that the vehicles going in both directions will move toward the
side of the road to prevent them from killing themselves and taking others with
them. We stopped for a late lunch along the shore of Lake Shkoder, the biggest
... towns, saw a few mosques about, and I was pulled over by the police, who wanted to see my papers. They mostly wanted to check to make sure that I was the registered driver (which I was). We passed many restaurants that looked new, with fresh flowers, and garden with slides and entertainment for the children. (Our hotel has the same thing, including a go-cart track.)
The border crossing into Albania was straight-forward: first we exited ...
... of the Tassie ferry, goes well and we arrive alive if not tired. On the ferry we were the centre of attention for the semi trailer drivers. For some reason it is assumed we are American’s, an assumption we quickly correct. I had a chat to one driver who in the course of the conversation informed me that the Balkans are a dangerous place. It transpired that he hauled stone from Hungary to Italy, and Granny Smith apples from Italy to Hungary several times a week. ...
... a diplomatic answer. But he also told me, via a translator, "You have a beautiful body." I tried to take this in stride. I suppose he was impressed that a wrinkled foreigner could just about keep up with him. Anyway, my half-century wait to hear these words was over, never having suspected that the drought would be ended by a middle-aged Albanian man. At this point I take what I can get.
After driving back down the precipitous road to Shkodra, on ...
... he had to be "mindful of missiles."
Nowadays we might feel that he was being culturally insensitive and should have known better. He was indeed considerate in the matter of dress, if only perhaps for his own convenience: "Henceforth I adopt the fez, for with that Mohammedan sign on the head it matters not how you adorn the rest of your person." Perhaps he felt that the service of the artistic muse should ...