Kalimera Ellada

Carried by a feeling of love from the gift of food, I feel light and joyful on my first kilometers in Greece. Only now do I realize that throughout Albania, an oppressive weight has been resting heavy on my shoulders. Only when it’s gone do I notice that it was there.

Was it the trash as far as the eye can see? The narrow and poorly maintained roads? Maybe the fact that I didn't know a single word in Albanian. I hate that. It’s the most basic sign of respect for the culture you are guest in to be able to say at least "hello", "thank you" and "goodbye" in the language of its people. Why didn’t I learn those three? Just unable to connect.

I’m further than I expected to drive, now, and I honestly feel like driving on and on and on and never turning back. There’s so much out here to explore!

I make for a campground close to Vikos Gorge, arriving just ahead of a welcome afternoon thundershower. Cappuccino and local beer on the veranda of the campground office. Stepping out into the rain, happy as a boy. Because this thing they call ”being an adult” is a scam.Leer más