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On the road again — Albania
Dusting off then donning the backpack
It started with a 12-hour bus ride. Not the longest I’ve been on by far but definitely long enough to remind me of how long bus journeys are.
Halfway through, random Albanians left the bus and jumped onto a minibus, I thought perhaps I was meant to do the same but I was too slow. Nevertheless, I made it to the outskirts of Tirana at six in the morning with the first word uttered by a local — ‘taxi’
Pretty standard all around the world, and the last time I probably heard that was almost 8 years ago.
Wow.
A lot has changed since then, on a micro and macro scale. I find myself a permanent resident of Kaštela, Croatia, with a flat, bike, car and company to my name. Brexit, Covid and wars have come, and stayed, yet my thirst for getting back on the road has never faded.
So, the day finally came where I could do a little travelling, old school, and reacquaint myself with my earlier learnings.
Accommodation
I had pondered whether I was too old for hostels, but the alternative on a solo trip is so unattractive. I want to be a place where I can get real information, recommendations and tips, from people that have literally just been there and got the t-shirt.
