Alive

Well, for those who are keeping up with the blog, fear not. We have come through Albania alive. It was touch and go for awhile. We avoided taking a taxi for MOST of the way, but at the slightly scary Albanian Montenegran border, we had little choice, and paid a lot to get to Podgorice. Getting through Albania consisted of having one helpful person who spoke english, usually twenty something males, get us to a bus stop and give us a route to the next place. We made many friends this way, and whenever we pulled the map out to orient, five or six people would gather around and enter into lively discussion with our guide. It was hard to feel alone in Albania. Until the border. But everytime we got to some new place, away from our guide, we would get a new one who would point us toward a new direction. We headed North. North was the byword.
Will make a larger post later, when we have a computer that has accesible usb ports. Guess where we are now. Here's a hint.
Majesty.