A “day off”, as they say. I spent most of it in bed, trying to sleep off the impending doom of illness. I finally got up and wandered around in the late afternoon and found something to eat. Then we checked out of our hotel at 7pm (!), and headed for the airport to fly to Albania.
Have to admit, none of us knew much about Tirana, Albania. Driving from the airport to the hotel was kinda…scary. No lights. Sparsely populated countryside. However, our hosts were very friendly, and arranged for us to eat after hours at the ‘best restaurant in town’. It was an excellent Italian place. Which brings me to a point Tedder brought up later in the van: the Albanian language sounds like Greek spoken with an exaggerated Italian accent. You can hear him in this video trying to learn some key phrases (as he always does, they tend to come in handy):