The Montenegran coast is also beautiful and the morning was spent pleasantly riding down the coast before cutting inland towards the Albanian border. Albania is immediately more rugged and post soviet in feeling with rural roads traversed by old school farm vehicles and highways flanked by new buildings alternating with half finished or abandoned shells. Then all that was left was the joys of Tirana rush hour traffic as I came into the capital.
Tirana itself has the fancy bars, restaurants and coffee shops of any modern city, clustered together in the area that used to be the area of communist decadence where the party leaders lived and the public were not allowed. Now it is the centre of capitalist decadence. A splendid evening was spent at Radio Bar discussing the nomadic life and the joys of adventure.