Returning to Europe

We leave the Gallipoli Peninsula and Turkey with fond memories: we have covered the country from from one side to the other, seen amazing sites, met wonderful people, ridden great roads and complained about the heat from time to time, something we will miss looking at the weather forecasts for Europe, some 10 to 15 degrees celsius cooler. We have a couple more days of greater than 30 degree celsius weather then out come our winter woollies. You have to remember that we have basically avoided the colder weather since we set off on our first RTW trip in June 2014. We have become used to warmth.

Turkish Immigration is straightforward, Customs however want to X-Ray Anne’s bike, not mine I hasten to add, with the machine they use to X-Ray trucks – that will be a new experience. We weave through the parked trucks to the X-Ray office, closed, walk back to Customs. Here I am told that it will open in five minutes, then a van arrives with the official, probably late for work. I am motionned to follow the van, on foot no thanks, I hop in next to the driver. Probably not making him happy. We get Streak up on the ramp, X-Ray on, we wait, he wants to try another X-Ray machine. I tell Anne to wait while I take Streak back past Customs and Immigration to the X-Ray machine on the Inbound side of the facility near the exit back into Turkey and as he has Streak’s motorcycle passport you follow. You do start to wonder if they have seen something, has someone put an illegal item in the bike while it was parked overnight?

X-ray time for a tiny ‘truck’

Into the X-Ray machine for Streak, and wait for me. Then the X-Ray officer I have been dealing with leaves with his colleagues. More waiting, then a new X-Ray officer comes out gives me the Motorcycle Passport, “tell Customs Ok” that’s it. I get to ride back using the open gate to avoid Immigration and Customs, come in from the other side and tell the Customs officer its all Ok and we are done. Strange process, at least we will be able to find Streak in the dark from now on, hopefully we will not set off any radiation detectors that may exist in ports going forward.

Back in the EU, a simple check of our EU passports and we enter Greece, what will the process be like for UK Citizens post Brexit, more complicated I suspect, but that is for the future. We also have a single currency, the Euro, no more converting one dada to another and finding various notes and coins in pockets after we have crossed the border. Open highway, good road, four lane highway, but where are the petrol/gasoline stations and restaurants? There are none on the A2 highway between the Turkish border and Thessaloniki. In Turkey both facilities dot the highways, we see signs at exit points and eventually hunger for food and fuel have us off the highway to a delightful local garage. In Greece it seems they have kept the facilities in the towns and villages, not shut them down and moved them onto the highways as other countries have done.

For lunch we find a small village with a great seafood restaurant, we are enjoying the wide range of Greek food on offer. We have a long day but reach the town of Kozani, west of Thessaloniki having covered over 550 km. / 340 ml. A strange oneway system gets us to our hotel, which I thought was on a continuation of a one way street, lucky Anne is around to save me from denting the bonnets of passing cars!

Bear and cub crossing sign in Greece

Clever representation of fog for cars, Greece

The road to the Albanian border is brand new, not even on the maps, which causes some confusion for the GPS as we appear to head into the middle of nowhere. The Customs and Immigration between Greece and Albania are a breeze compared with the seemingly mindless paperwork we have encountered previously. I have given up documenting borders, all too easy here. All we need is insurance and it always seems the next window sells insurance we are told until finally ‘Yes we sell insurance’, should have guessed by the words ‘Best Albanian Insurance’ above the window. We are all set.

Albania has a nice feel, and maybe not as arid as the Greek side. We leisurely wind our way towards the capital, stopping for coffee at a small roadside cafe. Here we meet Johnny, a local who speaks excellent English, plus Albanian and Greek. He is studying Journalism and has a great desire to learn and travel. As we travel more and more young people have been exposed to so much of the world via the internet and want to get out there and explore and learn and experience the same sort of opportunities that we take for granted.

SH101 north of Koeçe, Albania

Drying corn husks in Albania

Drying corn husks in Albania

Strolling throuh Pogradec, Albania

Proud owner who painted his home, Pogradec

Home in narrow lane in Pogradec, Albania

Lasgush Poradeci, poet born in Pogradec, Albania

Librazhd, Albania

Wonderful Johnny Goussa, Librazhd, Albania

Large cities have less and less attraction for us, especially riding Streak and Storm. Tirana, sadly, does not disappoint: masses of traffic, impatient drivers and pedestrians interweaved with them. Anne always takes into account when booking a hotel the ease of riding into and out of town. This makes it a little easier for me navigating on the GPS. We arrive successfully, but plan to leave early to avoid some of the more interesting driving behaviours of the locals.

Getting to our hotel in Tirana, Albania

Checking the forecast weather for tomorrow, rain rain rain, we decide to spend two nights in Tirana instead of moving on. The day is punctuated by frequent showers but we use the intervening time to explore the fish market, main square and the old underground bunkers used by the leadership in the Communist era.

The storm is coming, Tirana, Albania

Street sculpture, Tirana, Albania

Street sculpture, Tirana, Albania

Playing dominoes, town square, Tirana

Not a throw-away society, rewiring electrical motors husband and wife business, Tirana, Albania

Not a throw-away society, rewiring electrical motors husband and wife business, Tirana, Albania

The bunkers have been turned into a museum charting the history and activities of the police and security forces since the start of the 20th century, with emphasis on how they watched monitored and enforced the Communist Governments desire to control the population and weed out and brutally punish any supposed or falsely accused dissidents, saboteurs and traitors. So sad to see pictures of those individuals who suffered at the hands of the police.

Bunk’Art2 Museum, Tirana, Albania

Bunk’Art2 Museum, Tirana, Albania

List of people killed, Bunk’Art2 Museum, Tirana, Albania

Photos of some of the people killed, entrance of the Bunk’Art2 Museum, Tirana, Albania

A sobering reminder of what lengths authoritarian regimes will go to maintain power.

– Anthony

9 comments on “Returning to Europe

  1. The brightly painted neat buildings in Tirana contrast so very much with the tragic lists of names and photos of those who were murdered during the Soviet era. A tribute to the people who have managed to put memories of a gruesome past behind them. At least, I hope they have. xx


  2. in ways depressing in ways uplifting. dark past but they seem to me moving forward. the point about “not a throw away society” was really interesting. they have retained skills I fear we have lost.


    • They are moving forward, but we must all keep working towards a better world. Our throw away society tends to focus on the benefits of that particular aspect, but fail to see how their throwaway impacts the whole,of the value chain. Sadly I am sure we will continue to repeat.


  3. I think we should hear more about how Anne saved you from denting lots of cars. Greece are trying to maintain a community spirit where locals ‘give a damm’ about their environment, hence not a throwaway society. Unfortunately the further into Europe you get, the worse the weather. C’est la vie !!
    Keep safe (and dry !) and throttle on.


  4. Just love how you always manage to find interesting works of art. A great sadness descends upon seeing those who lost their lives living under a harsh regime.


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