Shortish cycling day: just as well with the undulating road we were on. This is the main coastal highway north and thankfully relatively quiet today. Albania is a country that is growing dependent on its tourism with the infrastructure coming a way behind putting pressure on local services on peak season. No difference to gone then and things line the NSCR500.
Rapidly leaving the developing sprawl of Sarande behind, the landscape becomes more that of a developing nation: what looks like subsistence farming (which were may all end up back with to solve global warming). Small goat and sheep herds nestle the road side with a shepherd near by. Donkeys and horses with wooden saddles graze. Older people with tanned skinned, slightly shrunken faces and dressed in black for the roadsides. Like Greece in the cafes men sit and chat. The sound of manual labour breaking stone in quarries.
More obvious signs of foreign visitors with A D and H number plates on mobile homes and motor cycle groups.
What were staying looks like it’s being redeveloped: the sound of building is in the background.
We all hide from the hot sun.
Travelling reflections 