Having fun there, Jimmy. Positions, you know. Northern Albania. Let’s just say not much of it was making the highlight reel. We set off fueled by some cereal, but Rob had an early fall. Not the best way to start the day. But the south, a whole different story. Green mountain passes, coastal charm, and a vibe shift you could feel in your pedals. The only catch, quite a big one, it was 46°. That’s not a typo. It’s a slow roast. Well, that was a tough one in the heat. We even passed forest fires and Budgie the little helicopter was scooping seaw water out of the flames. Four to go out to the snorkelers out there. Real life MadMax minus a soundtrack. It appears there’s also more than two donkeys climbing this hill. Then disaster struck. A puncture for Jimmy. We really needed to meet back up with Phil. No spear in the tubes left and our bikes were starting to make some questionable noises from the heat, the dust, and the lack of the day-to-day servicing. So, we set off to Kazmill. Think Albania’s answer to a beefer without the price tag. We took a few minutes to soak up the atmosphere, but that left us with a mad dash to the ferry to hop over onto Corfu to hopefully meet you know who. Finally, we were reunited with Phil and the van. A huge relief to carry on our trip. After a bit of bike maintenance, we took the day to enjoy Corfu, another gorgeous old town, cute streets and a gelato, of course, feeling less deflated. And then, how do you celebrate surviving Albania’s inferno? An inflatable assault course, obviously. Rob also managed to wind himself trying to jump off the swing one-handed. Not recommended. From hysteria to beautiful wisteria growing up and around the buildings we poted through. Thanks guys for voting for the easy route. Next stop, mainland Greece. And we’re back on track.
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