We are staying in Buljarice waiting for the rain stops. We are moving on very slowly since few days. The storm is threatening more and more. For sure, if it breaks out, our rain equipment won’t be enough efficient. So, because we must go on, we decide to ride those 18 km under light rain. The goal is to cross these mountains that separate us from Albania.
So, in the morning, with many doubts, we leave Sandra, and all her kindness, to take the road. The incredible wind expected turns out to be reality. It’s pushing us out of the road. We bend our bodies, the head into the handlebar, stoping each 30 m to wait for each other. We put our ear-plugs to not become as crazy as this wind. We must continue. After this intense event, we find shelter in a wet room in Bar. We can watch from our window the chaos happening outside. Sky is pouring its anger on black mountain. Water turns suddenly streets into rivers to the sea, carrying on its way plate sewage and cars. In our room, heating system is put to full capacity to dry our stuffs.
We wait two days like this for back of the sun. When it comes, we finally take this road that leads us to Albania.