The day after Grammos dog drama day, I crossed Albania by bus.
It felt like a Samuel Beckett play, waiting at the desolate taxi area for the Korçë bus to leave.
Ubiquitous beaten up old Mercedes taxis at Erseke |
Lake Ohrid, Pogradec |
Tirana, Sanderbeg Square |
Shkodra, Rruga Kolë Idromeno |
I dumped my stuff in the room, sat at the bar, and switched my phone on for moment.
It immediately started ringing.
I answered, and it was a voice I recognise:
"Where are my dogs?"
Oh no...
"What is name of hotel in Albania?"
I try to explain, I'm not in Erseke, and I have no idea what the hotel was called.
Needless to say, the dogs have not returned.
We decide they will be back soon.
I turn my phone off.
The next day I take a taxi to Ulcinj in Montenegro, where it's raining.
I go to Ada Bojana for a few days to escape to the beach.
I hear nothing about the dogs again.
Ada Bojana |
Ada Bojana |
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