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13. September 2008 | en

We started out in Greece and ended the day in Albania. We spent the morning on a slight detour driving through Papingo. This was one of my favorite places on the trip so far. I want to come back to Greece and have a proper Greece tour by motorcycle.

My first impressions of Albania were of fantastic beauty marred by the garbage everywhere. If the Turkish toss their litter wherever they want, the Albanians dump their weekly refuge wherever they want. It is really sad to be driving around and having your breath taken by what your seeing, only then to wish you never had it in the first place when you round the corner into a garbage dump and its awaiting stench.

We decided however to attempt to camp on a beach recommended by Joscha and Ed. They said it was hard to get to, but once down there it was isolated and beautiful.

By hard they meant craters commonly found on the moon.

The first part of the trip down I managed. It was bumpy, but (dare I say it) my riding in terms of dropping the bike has vastly improved, and since the accident in Turkey I now had a full week with no bike drops whatsoever! Until about 15 minutes into the descent down to the beach when the bumps, holes, and rocks, gave way to deeper holes, and bigger rocks surronded by gravel.

I was doomed, and it was getting late, dark was chasing us, going back up was not an option, but then going down was not appealing either. So Patrick drove down his bike with all the luggage attached, and came back for me and my bike.

But we did have a lovely spot on the beach, marred only be the creepiness of the one man bunkers that you find everywhere in this country, but in particular abundance on this beach!

Tags: Beach Camp! albania
Map: N 40° 16.722 E 19° 58.748

Created at: 20. September 2008

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Albanien: Mercedes oder Esel?

13. September 2008 | de

Heute sind wir nach Albanien gefahren. Der Grenzübergang war kein Problem, es war an der Grenze auch nicht viel los.
Die Albaner scheinen nur zwei Automarken zu fahren: Entweder ist das ein Mercedes oder es ist ein Esel. Neun von 10 Autos haben den Stern auf der Motorhaube. Oder eben vier Beine und einen Sturkopf.

Joscha und Ed haben uns einen Strand zum Zelten empfohlen. Den haben wir auch gefunden. Leider war es schon dunkel. Was wir nicht wussten war, dass es ein ziemlich steiler und steiniger Weg zum Strand ist. Zuerst fuhr ich mein Moped mit allem Gepäck runter. Danach die Sherrie mit ihrem Moped. Dazwischen lag ein halbstündiger Aufstieg. Wir waren beide schweißgebadet als wir unten ankamen. Aber es hat sich gelohnt: Wir fanden einen einsamen Strand bei (fast) Vollmond. Etwas irritierend waren nur die alten Bunker die hier überall rumstehen.

Tags: Strand mit Bunker Griechenland
Map: N 40° 16.722 E 19° 58.748

Created at: 15. September 2008

Written by Fernweh



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