Leaving Albania and it’s northern regional capital via a reasonably quiet highway, shepherds were replaced by single men looking after their cattle, well cow.
Border crossed, the rain caught up with us. Driving seemed to improve but that was soon dispelled by the car crashes. The almost immediate appearance of fences to mark off land was in stark contrast to Albania’s relative open land. Montenegro feels a little more prosperous though. Vineyards appear (and later prove that Montenegro wine is not that bad!)
After lunch we ascend, then ascend some more, weaving with a railway track. The numerous monuments and crosses dotted around hint at turbulent pasts. Nicsic feels ok: smoking still very common place.
The return of snappy dogs: Albania’s win out so far for the best behaviour.