He was scruffy, his beard matted and his shoelaces undone.
He was drunk or stoned, or both.
“Foreigners bad! Foreigners go home!”
Evening life had started spilling onto the sidewalks of Blokku, the tony quarter in which Tirana’s elite once lived. Today it is home to chic cafés, delicious restaurants and well-stocked shops.
As he spotted us – two obviously foreign women, draped in camera gear and speaking English – he weaved menacingly over.
Almost instantly a mother and daughter materialized. They yelled at him, drawing a crowd. Everyone joined in, chastising the man and creating a barrier between him and us.
He grumbled and eventually went. Half a dozen Albanians encircled us, apologizing, asking if we were all right.
In a country I had been warned to avoid because of violence and crime, that was as close as I would come to anything even mildly unpleasant (other than the driving, that is).
My decision to visit Albania was fueled by decades of curiosity.
After all, what do you make of a Muslim country whose greatest hero is a Christian who fought off Muslim invaders? A country whose mere mention elicits visions of organized crime, human trafficking and the drug trade?
Albania is a nation in which history’s fault lines have not been glossed over or refashioned, and whose innate contradictions hang publicly for all to see.
Now courting tourism from the rest of Europe, Albania was until the 1990s the most isolated country on earth, possibly more so than North Korea. But things change fast here. Come 2011 and up it pops as Lonely Planet’s leading destination. In 2015, The Telegraph names it one of the year’s top 20 places to visit. And the accolades continue.
How could a tiny country one-fifth the size of England and a bit smaller than Maryland be both Muslim and not, dangerous and safe, remote and welcoming?
I had to go see for myself.
First, you need to understand Skanderbeg
The national figure is a Christian Ottoman-trouncing hero, an early 15th-century soldier named George Kastrioti Skanderbeg. His Christian family fought the Muslim Ottomans, lost, and sent their son off to Constantinople (now Istanbul) as a hostage. During his busy life our hero converted to Islam, became an Ottoman officer, eventually deserted his army, returned home, switched sides, and proceeded to repulse no fewer than 13 Ottoman invasions. He became the national symbol of resistance to foreign domination, even though after his death the Ottomans recaptured Albania and stayed more than 400 years. This fighting of outside enemies is a thread running throughout Albania’s history, as it must be in a country situated at the crossroads of great migration routes.
Everywhere you look Skanderbeg stares back at you, a statue or painting or a museum replica of the man who came to be called the “Dragon of Albania”. Or a poem.
“To one whom later age has brought to light,
Matchable to the greatest of the great:
Great both in name and great in power and might,
And meriting a mere triumphant feat.
The scourge of Turks, and plague of infidels,
Thy acts, O’ Scanderbeg, this volume tells.”
– Elizabethan poet Edmund Spenser,
in his preface to an English translation of Barletius.
If it seems strange that this Christian’s reputation reached such princely proportions in a country where nearly three-quarters of the population is at least nominally Muslim, it is because religion in Albania is unpacked differently than in the rest of the Balkans. Albanians see themselves more as secular, a ‘Muslim-lite’ society in which their faith’s ethics and form are respected but aren’t used to bludgeon those who may not believe.
How this ebullient and feisty nation managed to shut its doors and throw away the key for decades is an interesting story and says much about its spirit of independence and self-reliance.
History buff alert: How Albania hunkered down and turned its back on the world
The Ottoman empire long-gone, Albania limped out of World War II – it had the ‘good’ fortune of being occupied first by Italy and then by Germany – and swung into the Communist camp, hopscotching between various socialist friends, from Yugoslavia to Russia to China.
Staunchly Stalinist at first, the country’s dictator Enver Hoxha eventually moved Albania into China’s orbit, at a time when the Soviet Union and China were seriously mad at one another. Albania followed China’s suit and launched its own version of the Cultural Revolution, turning against its intelligentsia and creating a peasant economy to fulfil its newly-proclaimed policy of “self-reliance”. The policy predictably was an economic disaster and as dictatorship tightened and people went hungry, discontent spread.
No one complained, of course. Certainly not out loud.
Albania drew its proverbial wagons into a circle and cut off the rest of the world, proclaiming itself a paradise. Its brutal leader simply killed those who didn’t agree with him, including his closest friends and associates.
The hermetic borders only parted for the occasional Chinese Communist Party dignitaries but in the end even they weren’t welcome. And so Albania remained, aloof and alone, until the social earthquakes of the 1990s toppled its rigid Communist regime and turned life upside down.
The country tumbled from crisis to crisis, the best-known of which was a quasi-revolution caused by Ponzi schemes that threatened to bankrupt naive Albanians, still unaccustomed to most things capitalistic. Panic spread and people rioted, looting military supplies and arming themselves so heavily that an international peacekeeping force was actually brought in to restore order. When things quieted down Albanians kept their weapons, which would come in handy for the crime wave that hit Europe as the Soviet Bloc disintegrated.
It was mayhem. Theft was common, organized crime powerful, and huge parking lots were filled with stolen Mercedes whose German licence plates no one had even bothered to change. Albania had a Reputation, and it wasn’t good.
Fast-forward two brief decades and Albania is unrecognizable. Its citizens are (relatively) law-abiding, and society is aligning itself to the rest of Europe. No longer isolationist, it courts visitors actively. When I first began talking online about visiting Albania (which I finally did in 2013), numerous groups and individuals reached out to lend a hand, delighted at my interest.
Just because Albania is looking outward doesn’t mean everything has changed: in some rural areas the 21st century seems unbearably distant.
Miles can unfurl between dwellings until suddenly an elderly shepherd appears with his flock of curly-haired sheep, his head covered with a white kerchief, his fist grasping a knotty walking stick. Further along a farmer trudges next to his donkey cart, barely moving aside for a passing – and extremely rare – vehicle. Yet an hour away, over the mountain, along those (thankfully few) parts of the coast that have been aggressively developed, you can stroll along a beachside sprawl, a Benidorm of the Adriatic, with concrete highrises, loud music and bad food.
Between these two extremes of emptiness and overdevelopment lies another Albania, one of soaring Alps and deserted coves and near-white stretches of immaculate Ionian beach, of pristine pine forests and rapid rivers and incomparable ruins that have survived since Antiquity.
My friend Elton Caushi, who runs a travel agency called Albanian Trip, calls it “Europe’s most exotic destination.”
He hurries to add, “But it’s changing rapidly.”
Sorry, Albania, not everybody loves you.
Albania was built on waves of immigration – from Illyrians to Greeks and Romans to Byzantines and Ottomans and Communists and more, who often won their right of residence by war. A prize for some and a curiosity for others, as far back as one can find translated literature, few visitors have ever reacted with indifference to Albania.
Writing in 1848 the Scottish diplomat and traveler James Henry Skeene divided Albanians into four tribes: the Gheghides of the North, good soldiers with “natural stubborness”; the “most handsome” Toskides and their beautiful women further South (Lord Byron called them “slender and agile, both strong, vigorous, and perhaps the finest race in Europe”); but things spoiled with the Liapides, “the worst of the Albanian tribes living only by rapine and murder” whose “evil name has sullied the reputation of the whole nation”; and finally, in the southernmost tip across from the Greek island of Corfu, the Tsamides, whose fair hair and blue eyes seemed to somehow set them apart.
Flora Sandes, in An English Woman-Sergeant in the Serbian Army, mused: “I had always pictured the Albanian peasants as a very fine picturesque race of men wearing spotless native costume, and slung about with fascinating looking daggers and curious weapons of all kinds, but the great majority of those I saw, more especially in the small towns, were a very degenerate looking race indeed.”
Nor did Joseph Stalin, the Soviet dictator, think much of them: “[The Albanians] seem to be rather backward and primitive people… ” (and I’m leaving out the worst of what he said).
Even the FBI at one point is believed to have said, “Every country has mafias, the Albanian mafia has countries.”
One would understand if you chose to give it a miss. But you’d be making a grave mistake.
Take Lord Byron, who in Childe Harold described Albania as a country of…
“Morn dawns: and with it stern Albania’s hills…
Robed half in mist, bedewed with snowy rills.”
Even in his Letters and Journals, Byron seemed to clearly grasp Albania’s underlying identity. “I like the Albanians much; they are not all Turks; some tribes are Christians. But their religion makes little difference in their manner or conduct. They are esteemed the best troops in the Turkish service.”
One of the best-known “modern” foreign writers about Albania was Edith Durham, who in the early 1900s in High Albania remarked upon Albanians’ resilience: “[They] are strewn with the wreckage of dead Empires – past Powers – only the Albanian goes on for ever.”
An even clearer vision of the indomitable and resilient Albanian character comes to us from an unnamed Bulgarian observer, writing in 1924: “…isn’t the Albanian, who, being a slave, did not allow enslavement, freedom-loving? This is a question that could hardly be understood by anyone who has not lived in Albania. The most liberty-loving people in the Balkans is the Albanian people. The Albanian, taken alone, as an individual, is an anarchist by nature. He would brook no bondage let alone on his people, he would not let anything, seen as possibly humiliating, befall his house. The Albanian house stands alone and apart from the rest…”
And so it has done, proudly.
To see for myself I traversed the country for three weeks on the hunt for culture and history and a bit of understanding about this fascinating place, which I’d been wanting to visit ever since it captured my college-revolutionary interest. As a traveler I found much to admire (and certainly some things to dislike) so here, in no particular order, are some scattered observations that might, I hope, draw you into Albania’s magnetic orbit, as it did me.
A date with Antiquity
Illyrians? Really? One hot summer afternoon I visited the magnificent Greek and Roman ruins near Fier at Apollonia, whose lower harbor could once hold up to 100 ships, it is said. Apollonia was first settled by the Illyrians, that mysterious lineage which, as we know from Ancient History class, are a bygone Balkan tribe about which… we know virtually nothing.
Only a tiny portion of Apollonia’s vast hilltop city has been excavated and restored, with mouthwatering ruins jutting enticingly out of the parched ground, begging to be unearthed and scraped back to life.
A lone bus waits in the shade for straggling tourists, more concerned about air conditioning than graceful columns or perfectly-shaped amphiteaters. The caretaker looks a bit wistful, gazing as a savant would upon a bevy of uncomprehending students. “You are missing so much!” he must be thinking, running a handkerchief across his sweaty forehead. Their short hour here can’t begin to cover the ground that centuries have started to hand back.
Among the ruins is a gem of a museum housed in a former 14th-century monastery, reopened in 2011 after a 20-year renovation. This is where the products of all these digs come to rest, away from the heat and erosion of the seasons. The interior is cool, like a Moorish patio, and the sights irresistible.
Far more frequented and better restored are the ruins of Butrint, a UNESCO World Heritage site also once inhabited by Illyrians. Butrint is easier to reach than Apollonia, a comfortable day trip across the straight from the Greek island of Corfu. I arrive from the North, along the winding coastal road that overlooks hundreds of mussel nets thrown across turquoise bays, a winding scenery that begs for a stop and a photograph at nearly every bend.
The Illyrians may have been here first but Butrint welcomed Greeks and Romans, Byzantines and Normans, Venetians and Ottomans and everyone else whose presence is still felt among the crumbling remains.
Sitting on an ancient stone bench within sight of the Roman amphitheater, I imagine wealthy merchants sailing up the canal into port, gazing in admiration at the massive fortifications of the town and its elegant temples, fountains and mosaics, and even its two basilicas, vestiges of Butrint’s confused past (the site was eventually abandoned due to extensive flooding).
Despite its popularity this compact site doesn’t feel crowded; there is always a tree under which to rest, a seashore upon which to gaze, and walls to separate you from other visitors should you wish to avoid them.
My final foray into Antiquity is situated at the top of a lonely, windy hill above the village of Lin, itself perched over luscious Lake Ohrid. On a clear day you can easily see Macedonia. Once you begin walking uphill from Lin, children will follow you and one will surely run off to find the man with the rusty key to the even rustier gate. He will be thrilled to let you in as he gently lifts the corners of plastic covering centuries of delicate mosaics in dire need of conservation. I look around this abandoned site and try to visualize people going about their daily business. I can’t. It feels old and alone, wrapped in sadness, waiting to be dusted off and rediscovered.
Two marvels of Byzantium
After Antiquity came the Byzantine Empire, which has always made my head swim. Its near-divine craftsmanship emerged from a deeply Christian medieval society which at one point covered most of the Mediterranean basin. That empire would last more than 600 years and would scatter architectural marvels in its wake.
Among these marvels are the churches at Voskopoje, a hilly village whose road winds narrowly from the city of Korce below. The 20-minute drive is far longer if you avoid the giant potholes but every swell and dip is worth the discomfort to reach these chipped and crumbling colors that have somehow survived centuries of wilful destruction.
Equally but differently marvelous is the Holy Trinity Church that nearly leans against Berat Castle, its frescoes sadly faded but its intricate brickwork dominating the hilly vista. I have no idea why this particular church has settled in my thoughts, but it won’t let me go.
The next Empire
Throughout the second millennium Albania was caught up in the great currents of Balkan history, becoming Muslim as the Byzantine Empire wore itself out and the Ottomans poured in. Mosques dot cityscapes as frequently as churches, but to me, the heart of the Ottoman Empire lies in its architecture, in the buildings of two cities, to be precise, both protected by UNESCO.
The first is Berat, also called the ‘Town of 1000 Windows’. You can see why.
Towering over the delicate Ottoman housing is Berat Castle, more of a fortress, and certainly more Christian than Muslim. Its steep hills and cobblestones must have been inspiring since this is where Albania’s greatest artist, the 16th-century Onufri, was from. If you’re curious about daily life in Berat, the kitschy but well-planned Ethnographic Museum is filled with household furnishings and objects that reflect the past. I was struck by the filigree screens behind which the women sat – making sure they were heard and not seen.
The other remnant of Ottoman architecture is Gjirokaster, whose urban landscape is less airy, more decorative. Its sloping stone roofs have earned it the nickname ‘City of Stone’.
The best view of the graceful buildings and uneven streets is from above, from the Citadel (although modern architecture has somewhat spoiled the view and nearly scuttled the city’s bid for protection under UNESCO).
While Albania has done an acceptable job of protecting its heritage, conservation efforts seemed to have bypassed Enver Hoxha: you won’t find a single monument to the man who ruled the country for more than 40 years, in the fashion of Stalin, with terror and murder and in isolation from any criticism. His likenesses were pulled down and hacked away when the Communist regime fell in 1990. But the Communist era lives on in the stark apartment blocks or the bizarre Tirana pyramid or the thousands of concrete bunkers that still dot the countryside. A strange historical affection keeps many of these buildings erect, often restored, repurposed or brightly painted. Others are left to disintegrate, waiting for the elements to take over.
Albania: the tipping point
While Communist memorabilia has its draw, Albania’s heart surely lies in its glorious nature, its mountains and coastlines and river valleys. Anyone who loves adventure and wild places will be drawn here, although years of stagnation are pushing Albania to develop quickly, in some places so quickly that overdevelopment is a major threat.
Take the country’s coastline, whose nearly 400 kilometers of Adriatic and Ionian shore are still isolated – hidden coves, abandoned submarine bases, underwater wreckage or crumbling fortresses you can only reach with effort.
If you’re a calm-water kayaker, as I am, you may never have a chance like this again. Until recently, privately-owned boats were banned (they had been used to illegally ferry migrants and drugs) so coastal waters were empty. Small vessels can now be bought, and Albania’s sparkling blue waters may soon turn into shipping lanes if this newfound freedom of the seas isn’t managed in a sustainable way.
The pollution of modern mass tourism has already begun along a few beaches where budding entrepreneurs rent out jetskis by the minute. Clients are inexperienced and rowdy and there are few rules. Thankfully these resorts are still rare and authorities are taking notice and acting accordingly.
Right now there’s enough coastline for everyone.
For years unbridled and unauthorized building was the norm, with ugly concrete structures emerging from the ground nearly overnight in defiance of any law. The free-for-all is over and buildings that don’t follow security and cultural codes are slowly being demolished. There’s hope that the slash of cheap highrises that cater to rock-bottom tourism and mar the silhouette of crushingly beautiful sunsets won’t become the norm.
Take Saranda in the South, long a vacation spot of Communist elites but today a extended string of cheap eateries, traffic and pounding music I was in a hurry to leave. But it did have glorious sunsets. Another is Durres to the North, a day trip from Tirana and a popular vacation destination for landlocked Kosovars. Both cities boast stunning natural beauty and both are developed to breaking point.
Rediscovering Albania’s adventurous soul
Sitting on an empty beach is a worthy pastime but if I had to categorize Albanian tourism – and by now it should be abundantly clear that this is no simple task – I would probably label it an ‘adventure destination’.
I say adventure because despite its small size, the tiny population (quite short of three million) simply doesn’t fill every nook and cranny, leaving the rest of us an abundance of wilderness, abandoned roads, fast-flowing rivers and massive mountains in which to play.
Pumping along the roads
Rapid development may have inadvertently done adventure travelers a favor.
A network of newly-surfaced valley roads has prompted drivers to abandon the old, winding strips of dirt and tarmac that cut straight across the mountains (under Communism, flat lowlands were reserved for farming, not driving, so mountain roads zig and zag along dizzying heights).
What happens when old roads go to heaven? They become amazing cycle paths, almost empty of vehicles, and the few cars and buses that do brave the yawing potholes are easy to avoid – you can hear them for miles before you see their dust plume.
I’m not a cyclist but I could think like one for a moment. Imagine coasting the classic descent from the Llogara Pass (at over 800m) to the sun-combed Mediterranean villages far below, set gently along the sea. From above the road winds downward in a series of long, tight curves, a different view emerging at each turn.
I could also imagine striking off into the forest for some off-road biking – the mountains between Korce and Elbasan, for example, are solitary and pristine.
If your bike has a motor this must be paradise, with twisty roads that soar and dip from ragged peak to mellow valley through extraordinary mountain passes that could put some other European mountains to shame. Even in the remotest corners, like Lake Komani in the North, motorcyclists become near-gymnasts as they heave their bikes onto the rickety ferries. Worth every effort, they tell me.
The crossing of Lake Komani, more manmade reservoir than lake, is what one popular guidebook calls “one of the world’s classic boat journeys.” It unfurls through gorges and along near-vertical mountains with water that would be as clear and limpid as a crystalline stream if only ferry passengers and locals would stop throwing their plastic bottles and wrappers overboard. Even so, it is stunning.
So are the country’s fast-flowing rivers, which might as well have ‘kayak me’ stamped all over them, whether you’re heading for the Fjosa River (category 3 and 5 rapids) near Permeti or the 13-kilometer Osumi Canyon or the Devol River, another category 5. I’d be in favor of supporting local businesses where I could, and the rapid development of adventure tour agencies means guides, logistics and equipment are ready and waiting.
You can cycle, bike, kayak, raft, sail, swim… but in a country whose surface is 60% mountains, how could you not hike?
“It’s pretty much unexplored,” says Armand Jegeni of Outdoor Albania, an adventure travel agency. “You can also camp pretty much anywhere.”
Still, I’d rather wander over to any inhabited house and ask for permission. Many Albanians are armed – remember those weapons they ‘rescued’ from army stocks during the troubles of the 1990s? – and you don’t want to test their genuine hospitality by roaming uninvited onto their land.
That said, highlanders are extremely hospitable, even more so than the average already-welcoming Albanian, so if they encounter foreigners on their doorstep they might just ask you in. If they do – accept immediately because as a guest you’ll be treated with respect and if you’re really lucky an Albanian feast will appear, a range of Mediterranean and Balkan foods that you will be fully expected to eat down to the final morsel.
A word of caution: if you’re heading into the mountains you should take a guide with you. Paths are poorly marked, maps are even worse, few people speak English, and in many places your cellphone won’t work so if you have any problem at all, you’re stuck. It is possible for veteran hikers to walk around on their own with a GPS but it’s not advisable. Not to mention the common summer forest fires.
Until recently, a few straggling hikers showed up each year in Valbona, the main jumping-off point for mountain hikes. Behind the mountains, Montenegro hides. Under Enver Hoxha, troops were stationed here to prevent Albanians from escaping North. Now, on the contrary, escape of the sporting kind is encouraged.
The Alps are chopped up into several national parks with no budget or staff, parks in name only. A new European Union project might join up the various protected bits into a huge Albanian Alps Park, which would not only keep the increasingly popular area pristine but improve facilities for visitors, with important things like trail markers and signs.
Despite the mountainous alpine terrain winter sports haven’t really taken hold. There’s no decent equipment.
“People here understand snow and in winter when it gets thick there’s a lot of dithering about whether you can walk on top of it soon,” said Catherine Bohne of the Hotel Rilindja in Valbona. “We either wait, or we rig up ‘snow shoes’.” They do this by strapping their shoes to plastic crates or whatever else is available. Not quite your modern Alpine resort. Yet.
Albania tourism, an itinerary
So how does one actually visit Albania? Getting here is relatively simple, either by flying to Tirana directly or to a neighboring country like Montenegro or Kosovo and taking the bus over the border. If you’re driving your best bet is the ferry from Bari in Italy.
But how you get here doesn’t matter. Just get here.
After much consideration I decided to visit the country in a broadly clockwise direction, traveling both by rented car and by public transport. I began my journey in Tirana and headed North towards the Alps, swinging into Kosovo and back to Tirana before heading South to Lake Ohrid and Korce. Crossing the mountains of Central Albania to Berat, Permet and Gjirokastra will get you to the South and to Saranda and Butrint. From there it’s a clear path back up North, along the coast and through the Llogara Pass towards Tirana. To see the country superficially would take at least two weeks, and that’s without stopping along the way to kayak, climb or cycle.
The land of the double-headed eagle (the national flag) is rarely predictable. Bright, shiny roads cover the main routes but some older strips are so narrow car tires seem to balance over a cliff’s edge as you inch along. At first encounter Albanians can seem rather standoffish; the second time around they’ll be inviting you home for a meal. It is a friendly country where people are at least as curious about you as you are about them.
Of course it’s a cliche but Albania is a country of contrasts – not only of cultures and religions but in everyday life, with today fighting hard for a foothold against the past. Wifi may be easily available, but the biggest traffic hazards are erratic donkey carts.
There’s something about Albania
Albania has spent much of its history protecting itself from unwelcome outsiders.
Opening up to the world has encouraged it to develop – sometimes excessively. Environmental salvage work is desperately needed, with plenty of deforestation, erosion and pollution visible in the loveliest of places. Roads that are cut straight into the mountains have little protection and could be washed away in a flood. Municipal services are weak or non-existent, so even those who want to clean up litter can’t because there’s no one to pick up the garbage or anyplace to dump it. Corruption is still an issue – albeit a diminishing one – as builders continue to stick far too close to shore. Even the rivers are at stake as the government gives out hydropower concessions to private concerns.
In some quarters a short-term view permeates, one that would force development quickly to take advantage of a confluence of potentially fleeting circumstances – unspoiled countryside, interest in Albania, low prices. That view is short-sighted and many of the country’s leaders recognize it as such, making efforts to spread out development as sustainably as the economy will permit.
Albania has a wild heart and a welcoming smile, which you’ll feel if you stay more than a couple of days.
Part enchantress and part heart of darkness, it doesn’t quite feel the same as its neighbors – it is neither Slav nor Mediterranean, neither fully Muslim nor Orthodox, not ancient and not modern, not Eastern or Western but a superimposition of cultures, histories and stories, many of them still unknown. I mean, how many Albanian celebrities can you name? There’s King Zog (more famous for his unusual name than for his actions), Enver Hoxha, and Mother Teresa (an ethnic Albanian born in Macedonia). The prizewinning author Ismail Kadare is known in some circles. I can’t really think of anyone else, can you?
Albania. Lofty, mighty, rugged, pristine, perplexing, diverse, welcoming, a big empty playground just waiting for the kids to arrive and the games to begin, its transparent clear waters, uncrowded mountains, timebound villages and incredibly hospitable people not yet overrun by tour buses. Albania, land of historical overlays, crossroads and clashes.
As my friend Elton Caushi says, “If you’ve visited the rest of the Mediterranean, then come here.”
I would disagree. I’d say come here first. But hurry. Things are changing as I write.
All photos Anne Sterck unless otherwise noted.
Things every Woman on the Road should know about Albania tourism
- If you’re slightly adventureous this is a perfectly fine destination for women travelers.
- Driving is still a bit erratic as people come to terms with new cars and good roads, but the police are clamping down, hauling people off to jail for drunken or dangerous driving. In Tirana, pedestrians weave around as much as the drivers so keep your eyes open whenever you get near a street.
- A wonderfully helpful travel agency – the one I used – is Albanian Trip. Make sure you deal with Elton Caushi directly.
- If you’re heading towards the Alps, Journey to Valbona can organize a guide who will help you avoid some of the steeper dropoffs and will get you to water when you need it. My friend Catherine and her boyfriend Alfred run the Rilindja Alpine Lodge, where I stayed in Valbona.
- If you want a cycling trip but aren’t bringing your own wheels, you can rent the latest equipment from Ride Albania, the country’s first cycling tour organizer.
- If you’re looking for local adventure tour agencies, the most experienced is Outdoor Albania.
- The public transportation network is extensive but slow. There are buses and furgóns (although I’m told the furgóns are being phased out) that crisscross the country but most leave early in the morning and don’t travel much past noon. To get from one town to the next might take you half a day at the very least. The new road network makes a car trip worth a thought, and Albania in recent years has stocked up on new-model car rentals at relatively reasonable prices.
- For more about environmental issues, visit the NGO PPNEA.
- There are several Albania guidebooks, but the Rolls-Royce of them all is the Bradt Guide, which is also the most recent. I wouldn’t venture there without a map (hard to buy outside Tirana). This is the one I got for myself.