Parku Kombëtar

We rode out in the sunny morning to resume our tour south into Albania. I was totally unready for the splendor of the landscapes that we saw. The imposing cliffs, the plunging gorges, the textured rock faces, the thick forests and no signs of humans except for this road that snakes through these mountains. What is this magical place? Parku Kombëtar, the Albanian Alps, a lone board announced further down the road. It felt more like the Dolomites to me.

We rolled along till we arrived near Dobrinje. We stopped for lunch at a restaurant with a great view. We chatted with a solo cyclist from Netherlands who was camping on the garden. Then suddenly came the gale winds, and it started to pour.Read more