A day of contrasts. Old town in Budva, up and down coast road, refreshing swim, a gaggle of long distance cyclists and camping next to the cow highway in Albania.
I am addicted. Addicted to cycling. Addicted to internet. The lengths I go to get an internet fix.
I am addicted to swimming. Again a beautiful beach, almost deserted in the post summer lull.
I am addicted to chocolate. James pointed out my quirky traits. I have a massive bag of cables, adapters, chargers, batteries and memory cards. I have another bag – my snack bag. It is massive and a treasure trove of chocolate from distant countries. Today I had a minor emergency. My snack bag was totally EMPTY. After a 20% climb to change direction and join the road to the Albanian border, the snack bag was emptied. Luckily we passed a supermarket. I breathed a sigh of relief. A trolley full of chocolate.
I am not the only cycling addict. Today was a day of the long distance cyclist get-together.
Today the landscape changed. The feeling of it all changed. First we joined a quiet rural road that rolled down to the Albanian border. Roosters crowing, all sorts of animals crossing the road, and a relaxed, non-touristy atmosphere.
Back to the wild camping. Let’s have another stab at the 3 days of wild camping in a row. Our tents are nestled in-between some farming equipment hidden from the road. It turns out we are on the edge of a cow thoroughfare.