a young man beckoned from the door to choose from various pots of preserves for sale. As I enquired if he had local honey, which I had acquired a taste for, he was joined by the matriarch of the house. This woman could sell snow to the eskimos! Continue reading Albania, Days 7 & 8 – Driving The Riviera coast, and up the Llogaro Pass to Berat
Albania had given me slow food, and slow lifestyles. Now I also had slow driving! Continue reading Albania, Day 3 – The Road of Death and Lord Byron’s footsteps.