I don't have a lot to say about Albania and as you can see I
don't have any pictures for Albania either. When I went to Albania I spent an
hour or so Rally driving across what I later learned were most likely minefields
in a hire car. Not being able to find the Albanian border post I turned back to
Greece to surprise the Greek border patrol guards who were probing each other
behind the guard box.
Finally I went to another border crossing where the Albanians
were very amusing slapping their own and each others chests like toothless
gorillas. When I decided to try and socialise with them I did a fair amount of
chest slapping of their chests and got several slaps back, with broad toothless
grins.
The Albanian immigration point had the only instance of
disabling access as opposed to disabled access. It involved having to jump
several feet in the air to get ones feet on to a one inch wide ledge whilst
holding on to the window pane. Then one handed one had to give one's passport
and fill out forms.
I have yet to have clarified why it was that there were more
trucks than people where I was, yet fewer teeth than people. The only resolution
to this conundrum I can think of is some bizarre teeth for trucks syndicate
operating in the Balkans.
Now one can see Albanians more easily by visiting immigration
centres in Brent and Dover, it saves the hassles of trying to find the country
across minefields and potential injury at the immigration posts.
The picture link on the Europe page is a photo actually taken in
Sweden.
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