State of emergency declared, borders closing, am I trapped in Macedonia?

Day 256. 55km (50,945kms)
Warm as toast in my little house I emerged to frosty grapevines and mist creeping up the valley towards me.

The morning’s 800 metre climb got steadily steeper until finally crossing into the next valley. On the northern side of the range the hills had been smoother, yellow, and friendly-looking. Now, on the south, they seemed jagged and hostile.

In Prilep I read that Macedonia has declared a state of emergency, and that Greece is closing more borders (though not mine.. yet). The state of emergency appears to be an administrative thing enabling the mobilisation of the army to assist in medical care. All I can do for now is keep on pedalling, and start making a plan B in the event I get stuck in Macedonia.

The final climb up to Treskavec monastery was nuts; steeper and steeper until it was impossible on my tired legs to make any kind of progress. The narrow road meant I couldn’t even snake my way up. At last the abandoned-looking monastery came into view directly above me in the orange sunset. I pushed the final 2 kilometres, some of which was already icy; I honestly don’t know I how I’m going to descend such a steep icy road.

In the last amber light I poked around the deserted monastery looking for a camp until a caged dog’s barks brought out the solitary monk. He told me there were wolves here and that I should put my tent inside. Result! Electric sockets, light; I had big plans to take full advantage by reading after dinner but exhausted I fell straight asleep (as usual!)