Short day in distance, long in perspective. That’s an up of 1000m in 10k, taking in honey sellers at the zig-zag corners and admiring the skills of the heavy lorries navigating their way down.
Noticing in Northern Greece the lack of cemeteries, in contrast Albania has more, though not as bright as the Grecian ones. It would have been impolite to photograph the village turnout at the funeral procession; slightly weird to be overtaken by the empty hearse as it careered down the hill.
The Tour Albania cycle race thundered by to make short work of the hill we’d laboured up.