Had this idea of taking my mom to Paris as birthday present, adding another country to her travels. Plus, I’ve wanted to see the Eiffel Tower for the longest time. (Probably a bucket list item.)
So here is an account of those three full days:
Fri 5th August 2022 We left Bracknell station around 8am. And headed straight to St Pancras. We had some time in London so we went to the trendy Coal Drops Yard. We walked past the hipster Google Offices and into a sun filled courtyard. The stall owners still setting up for the midday market. We found a cool light coffee shop on Lower Stable Street. Little ferry lights hung above us:
How cool does this scene look?
It was nice, we just basked in the sun on the side of the canal, biding time. Holiday mode definitely activated. Arty stalls and layout, canal side cinema and a water feature with “dancing flumes of water” shooting in the air rhythmically.
Around midday we boarded the Eurostar. (My mom was super excited for this – the fast and smooth train ride.) We both gazed out the window seeing the English then French countryside racing by. The trip was a bit frustrating because of a really loud American yapping to a Frenchman the entire journey, as if all onboard were interested in what he had to say. (Haha, if there was ever an American who fitted a stereotype…!)
How amazing the blue sky was for all those three days!! First in London, then in Paris. We were spoilt with the weather! We got to Gare Du Nord around 4pm and headed straight to our hotel. Less than a km walk away. As we exited the station the summer heat of France greeted us. That clammy feel on our skin. Dropped our bags off and decided to head out right away. (That side of Paris seemed dirtier and not “too safe.”)
First up was Hard Rock Café – You see I have a collection:
our first pint in ParisMy Hard Rock Café’ Collection
I saw on the map that we were quite close to the Louvre and Jardin des Tuileries. So I suggested we walk there. My poor mom’s legs. (26625 steps on Fri 5th August -London and Paris)
We definitely walked quite a bit that afternoon / evening – taking in all the hive of activity around us. Just so so many people. Tourists and locals. My mom noted how many places there were to eat. Everywhere you looked. We passed tourist attractions (such as the glass pyramid structure at the Louvre and Place de la Concorde.) It was a lot to take in all at once. A sensory overload. There we were in Paris. Wow, this is happening!
We often heard police sirens. (I felt like I was in a Jason Bourne movie with that familiar noise I’ve heard in the films.)
Getting to the Eiffel Tower was surreal. (I think it’s been a bucket list item.) So I was overcome by the moment. I have seen it on TV, learnt about it at school. But there I was underneath the Eiffel Tower. Gazing up. The afternoon hue adding to the charm of it. We were there long enough to see the lights appear on the tower as evening came. I did the touristy thing and had a pancake with Nutella.
Glass Pyramid – LouvreArc de Triomphe Du CarrouselSymmetry
Above are some of pics of that first afternoon and first shots of the Eiffel tower.
I really enjoyed how our evening ended. We found a little place to eat alongside the Seine. That was picturesque. The city lights reflecting upon the water. All that history, all that art, all the charm there with us. Sipping some white wine. Just chatting with my mom. Absolutely surreal, in Paris, alongside the Seine, a wonderful summer night:
Actually, the night didn't end there. Right by our accommodation we stopped in at this friendly local spot. (Off the tourist radar.) I actually added the view of across the street too. I liked the lighting:
Pretty lightsNightcapLe-Cristal Bar
Sat 6th August 2022 We awoke after 7pm, having had the sounds of the city poking through the window trying to keep us awake the night before.
I vowed to my mom that we would take public transport mostly and less walking. The underground was actually fine to travel (we were vigilant but also relaxed about the apparent pick-pocketers swarming everywhere… Maybe God just had our backs.)
So first up was the Eiffel Tower tour: The view from the tower were incredible! And with such stunning blue sky, just wow! From up there, Paris really looks stunning. The buildings look a lot less dreary than the buildings of some English towns and cities. (I am glad that the new builds in the UK these days actually look more vibrant. Adds colour to neighbourhoods.) And isn’t the Seine River just so beautiful!
We then headed for the Louvre museum. On the way, we stopped at this barge bar for a drink. (Loved those little moments of pause.)
The Louvre was pretty cool. But I think having at art buff with me would have been better. There is just soo much in there and an overload of art to take in. we of course, saw the Mona Lisa. It was quite funny, like us, I think at least 97% in the Louvre are there just to tick off a list. “I’ve seen the Mona Lisa.” Sorry to the art purists – I can imagine the depth of history and creative there too. If only more of us took to that.
After a busy day, lots of "rushing" in a sense to get from Eiffel Tower to the Louvre, taking in sites (sights) along the way, the cruise was the last thing on our day's list. We were both so looking forward to it. Nice to just sit on the boat that apparently went out 22 bridges along the Seine. We both loved just chilling taking it all in. What a treat!
The Notre DameIconic“Director Darrel”
Sun 7th August 2022
I think after two full days, we were shattered. Slept so well, last night. But we had two more things we wanted to see still. Montmartre and Arc De Triomphe.
A nice lie in (ish) out by just before 9am
Popped into Grandpre for un café' and a pain chocolat. Felt so French like sitting at the tables outside on the pavement basking in the morning sun. Once we finally found the right bus to board to get to Montmartre we noted the driver's mad skills up on the hill driving those narrow roads, "phew he almost hit that person or that pole."
So it seemed...
The Sacré-Cœur (Sacred Heart) was my favourite. Firstly the cobbled streets of Montmartre were so charming. The hive of people. And the tables and chairs from bistros just spilling out onto the pavements. People enjoying a coffee or a breakfast as people walk right by. So European!
But then we entered the "sacred heart" of the place (the sunshine and blue sky adding some flare to my photos:
The busyness of outside was met by a stillness and sanctity inside of the church itself. As we queued, I saw this sign:
For over 135 years, Here, Night and day someone has been praying to the Lord.
I like that! I know this may prefer to a prayer vigil. But it's also true of the many people who have entered the building. Whether for Mass or as a tourist - I wonder who's heart strings God has tugged on as they enter that place.
"There is a sermon in this next video." - How church is going on, but there is a "market place" around it.
Maybe the genuine side of faith and the commercial side.
I also thought of that verse where Jesus says "you have turned my house of prayer into a den of thieves."
(What sermon idea / lesson do you get from seeing the video below?)
tourists and true worshippers
Every time I do a "city break" I do love to visit these old churches. There is something worshipful in there. A peace hovers within. There are stories and memories etched in the walls of those many lives who have discovered the love of God that changed everything for them. It was nice to offer a prayer in there.
The last thing was to go and visit the Arc de Triomphe. That was huge! The carvings etched into the huge structure. Wow!
That structure is also so huge!
We ended our time, with a little drink at a restaurant. (Plus we really needed to use their facilities. ha!) Nice to have a view of the Arc in the background (see the one pic below):
Montmartre, Paris
The trip was amazing. It was nice to see the world "through my mom's eyes."
Some good chats. Quality time. So much to take in. Touristy things and local spots. The art, the stunning blue sky, remarkable famous landmarks. That holiday feeling. The tastes, sounds. They joy of it all!
As we sat on the Eurostar for a return trip, we passed out. Sleep overtaking us. Thank you Jesus for another good experience.
What do you think these two are discussing?
This above is definitely my favourite pic from the trip. It's just quirky!
If you've got this far in my blog. Thanks for reading. A picture paints a 1000 words. So if I wasn't able to "pen my experiences properly" I hope you enjoyed the photos. I know when my mom and I look back on them, so many cool memories and feelings arise.
A lyric from Dave Matthews Band to end off with. On seeing so many people everywhere:
"Driving along this highway
All these cars and upon the sidewalk
People in every direction
No words exchanged, no time to exchange
When all the little ants are marching
Red and black antennae waving
They all do it the same
They all do it the same way"
(Ants Marching)
Roundabouts! I drive these familiar roads With no satnav I know this place like the back of my hand Three and a half years can be a lot of life
Willen Lake! the joy of it hovers of the water the open spaces and memories of cycling by the stories that circumference tells
Old Stomping Yard! This place was my home The nostalgia greets my soul The friends I’ve made The connection and love received
Of Course! I hope those friendships remain I am grateful for the people God has put on my path His sovereignty sees the bigger story Woven into a tapestry
And yet… That day, we sat with them In a new place in an ‘old’ town A new pub I had not yet seen or experience. Things and life continue to evolve…
There is just so much to explore here in the country Take this city as a start
I had heard good things about this Cathedral As we approach, the sheer size, the history envelops me I don’t want many words to get in the way
People sit on the grass nearby What is their story? We wonder Some having coffee together Another, perhaps just having a quiet moment below the steeple Families sitting on picnic blankets We hear the service inside The singing sneaking out the walls of the cathedral It is Sunday, after all There is a sanctity to it all.
We sit in the high street I have a coffee (At a non chain store) Independent is king! How one morning there in the hustle and bustle can make one feel like we’re on holiday… (Well, my mom actually is!)
A nearby busker on an accordion Plays a song or two Is it that “live music” that adds to the holiday feels Oh wait, he really does just play a song or two His setlist is that small… oh my!
Later that day, we get to step inside the cathedral Wow! The size, all the carvings and stained glass windows The icons, Everything tells a story Everything has a purpose… to bring glory to God. I light a candle, say a prayer for another I then sit in the pews Just there. No agenda. This building is at least 9 centuries old
Can you just imagine the lives changed in there over the years? God tugging on heart strings People set free A new perspective given.
The day ends with a pub that claims to be the oldest in the UK I just googled it. It’s not! But the beer is still refreshing. Another great day, Another new experience Seeing another place, new to me (us.)
We stumbled upon a thrill of a morning Stalls of art lined the street And this drumming bands treats us all Their rhythm and joy contagious People come by and stop To take it all in
The tapping feet The smiles on people’s faces The warmth of the morning sun Tables and people having coffee spill upon the paving As the beat goes on Some even moving their shoulders to the groove
A surprise start to a Saturday My mom and I just sitting there Taking it all in No need to rush on Just there in the moment.
16 min read.
How to capture all of a fortnight ago into words?
I'll start with the title of this blog. About the language.
I love how phrases and even greetings carry so much more.
Mirupafshim is so much better than just saying: "bye!"
It means goodbye and hope to see you again in good health.
Love that.
Each morning on departure of our accommodation (Actually, after each encounter with an Albanian - taxi driver, hotel receptionist, café owner), I loved offering this greeting - even if I didn't get the pronunciation a 100% correct, I think they appreciated the effort.
So how did this adventure come about?
In my previous church (and job) in November we did the shoebox appeal for Link to Hope.
Maryann, my friend, sent me the link to the Balkans Trek with this charity, over a year ago.
I didn't need much convincing, I clicked on the link:
i) saw the pics
ii) saw that we would hike through three countries
iii) and that the distance was doable and enjoyable
Sold. Booked my place. Covid delayed the adventure twice... But finally came June '22. And it came at the right time...
The first 6 months of 2022 has been one heck of a ride! Started the year, with the gut feeling that my youth pastor job could be made redundant (I was right), prayed my heart out for "God to open a new door." He did. (Super grateful!) So I moved to a new town, started the new job. Starting over, getting to know new people...
(From knowing lots of people to starting knowing only a few, is humbling.)
So, by the time this hike adventure arrived, I was physically tired and soul tired. I needed a rest. I needed a recharge.
A few days before the hike, I was told in our whatsapp group that there would be no mobile connection unless I bought a local sim.
I immediately heard a quiet voice within:
Don't get a sim. You're gonna be "unplugged" for the week.
I am so glad I heeded that voice.
So here are some little journal entries and musings along the way:
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11 June 2022
This was a day of travelling. Left around 09h30. Caught a train from Wokingham and made my way to Heathrow Terminal 3.
As I waited for the train in Wokingham, I sat on the platform basking in the sun, offering this little prayer:
Dear Lord,
I am so excited for this trip. I have a good feeling about it.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Bring Healing
Bring Rest
Bring Perspective.
In Jesus' name. Amen
Was so good to look out of the train window again. I love riding trains.
Met the group at the airport. Perhaps, a bit awkward for some at first, but I quite like getting to know people.
Also good to catch up with my friend, Kat from MK. (Hadn't seen her for 6 months.)
The airport is busy. Travel always makes one feel so small. Where are all these people heading? The world is a very large place...
At the airport at 2pm I switch off my data. "Goodbye world, see you on the other side of the week."
It feels good to be more present to my surroundings, not checking my phone.
(Was super grateful for the camera quality of my phone though. Got some good shots in the week, as you'll come to see.)
Finally we land in Tirana. We all got our bags, except Kat. Darn!
(After some broken conversation, thanks to a local who knew English well, we managed to arrange that the bag would be delivered to us the following day up in the mountains.) Turns out, it would be a 4 hour trip to where we would be!
About the gentlemen (above) who helped us with the lost luggage. He is currently living in the States and had come back to Albania after 3 years and covid and would finally get to see his mom. (I know that feeling too.) I can imagine the joyous and tearful reunion.
We head off to Shkodër:
- the city that has no traffic lights
- the city of bicycles
Our drive there is 2 hours long. Along the way, we stop off at a restaurant along the main road for some supper. Around 9pm.
It's very European to eat so late. I love it!
I was trying to gather my thoughts on why it seems unusual, all these restaurants nearby petrol stations along this main route. Seems like a random "partnership."
But actually not. In the UK, we have Services. A petrol station with many takeaway outlets...
But then the penny dropped!
What is different here, is that these restaurants aren't fast-food chains, but rather, they're individually owned.
The pasta I ordered was delicious!
As we spilled out of the van in Shkodër, I was pleasantly surprised.
The festivity of a Saturday night greeted us.
Music, the pretty night lights and conversations all lifted into the night air.
And it was super warm! 10pm and it must have been around 27 degrees! Yeah!
No way, we were gonna go to bed. (Well, not all of us at least.)
Some of us, headed out for a beer. I was excited to try a local one.
Did I just hear Barbie Girl play? Oh my! How old school!
Our hotel room is comfy. The music and noise from the street below spills into our open window.
Day 1 has been a good day! Tomorrow the hiking begins...
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Our first dinnerFeel the vibe!Mark the storyteller
12 June 2022 (Sunday)Theth to Nderlysa (and back)
14km (elevation gain 410m)
Before the transfer to Theth, we had an hour and a bit in the city of Shkoder. (Well, that's because I like to wake up early - before the world and our crew awakens. The quiet before the storm.)
I had a little amble into the church. (Oh it's a Sunday!)
A nice quiet moment before the start of the hike. Saying prayers for the week and family.
We had soup for breakfast. Chicken soup. That was delicious!
In the lobby before we headed out, we met Cami.
She is from Montana. What a delight she was / is!
The banter started right away. And as we headed off to Theth from Shkoder, we three sat in the front and Cami told both Kat and I some interesting travelling stories. So inspiring!
"Missed connections" was a phrase she mentioned. Stay stayed with me. I liked that.
We gained serious elevation into the mountains as we left the city. The mugginess of below cooling down drastically as we ascended. Even the sunshine of the city was exchanged for some clouds in the mountains.
But thankfully, it was still relatively warm up in the mountains.
(Turns out we'd have brilliant weather for the whole week, with a dash of rain at the end, Friday afternoon.)
I sensed the call of adventure welcoming me in...
Gezim and Albie, our guides... we met as we boarded in Shkoder.
(Yes bro, I did think of "Albie the racist dragon" haha!)
Gezim shared his story of a bear encounter with his previous group about 6 days before our trek. (This time he would be more prepared, having brought along some bear spray.)
I know meeting a bear is no walk in the park. Even though the others are rather fearful, I seriously hope we would come across one, but hopefully not as close as Gezim's previous scary encounter...
PM.
Today's hike was an out and back.
We dropped off our bags at the accommodation, got given some packed lunch and then headed to Nderlysa. Known for their natural "bath tubs." Of course, I got in the water.
We had lunch there too.
For the week ahead we would have the constant view of these breath-taking tall mountains all around us. The Peaks of the Balkans.
From today's walk I could tell already that there would be two sorts of groups within our big group. The faster walkers and the slower ones.
It is so nice to be so present with no mobile data to suck me in.
It's amazing with out my phone, the days of the week went by so slowly.
As if brewing a delicious stew. No rush for it to be ready...
At the end of the hike, we chilled outside the accommodation having a beer with our new friends, Gezim and Albie. (Our guides.)
We may have started the week as "strangers" but by the end of the week we would definitely part as friends... 🙂
"Gëzuar" (zoo-HAR) - means 'cheers!'
(see pic below!)
As I sip a local beer, drinking in the view too... I feel content. I feel happy. Holiday Mode Activated.
Our room for the night was quaint and comfortable.
Actually all our rooms for the week ahead would be just perfect. Loved them all. Each had their own character and charm. I slept well every night.
The accommodation is in someone's family home. I like that. It doesn't have a "commercial hotel" type feel but rather the welcome of being in someone's home that they're proud to share with us.
Soup with this meal too. Yum! Turns out we would be having a lot of soup in the week. The Albanians love their soup.
After dinner most of our crew retired for the night. Cami and I decided to go for a night time stroll (as if we wouldn't be doing so much walking this week anyway. Ha!)
As we strolled down the road we saw hundreds of fireflies.
It was like a fairy-tale!
So pretty! God really has made a delightful world.
A quote that had popped into my head during that walk.
"At 41, my life is full of things, of learning and unlearning. I love it"
Good night world.
Another day of being FULLY present tomorrow.
Definitely enjoying these long drawn out days.
(Funny how, the following two weeks, back at home whilst writing this - the days go by so quickly. But up in those mountains, they didn't. They dripped by so slowly, allowing me to take it all in.)
Greatest beer setting, right!Gëzuar!Our first night on the hike’s accommodation
13 June 2022 (Monday)Theth to Valbona
15.72km (elevation gain 1079m)
Today I was up early and went out to sit at the table. (I can't get enough of how beautiful the views are.)
I do love getting up before everyone else.
(Everyone often says of me that I have a lot of energy. True. But I do like the quiet starts each day, to 'charge up' for the day.)
Gezim was also up. He made me Turkish style coffee. They drink that coffee here in Albania. What I like about it (a few days later I would get to watch Gezim in action) - is how they make it.
It takes some time. It's not a rushed process.
So there we are, drinking good coffee, appreciating the view.
(In the week to come, I loved those moments with my new friend, Gezim.)
Stephen "Richard" and Mark joined us after awhile.
(The story of how Stephen got his name "Richard" is quite funny! We sat on the plane together, chatting every so often during the flight. In the book I was reading, Death and Croissants, the main character's name was Richard. So at one point when Stephen asked about something, by accident, I called him Richard. The funny thing though is that Richard is actually Stephen's second name.)
I would have a lot of chats with Stephen or "Richard" in the week. He is nice man.
So if yesterday, was supposed to be a "warm up" for the hike to come, 'wowzers', that first past was a super steep climb!!
Reaching the summit of the Qafa e Vabonas pass was so rewarding after a hectic climb. Some of us, went a few metres higher to the actual top and a 360 degree panoramic view of the snow capped mountains and the valley around us. It was so stunning!
As well as taking in the big views, I also concentrated on taking notice of the small things too.
Flowers and butterflies. So much variety of them both.
I think I want to learn to identify butterflies when I get back. New hobby.
My "pit" of they day was being rebuked by our group leader for wanting to walk ahead a bit.
So Gezim had the idea of letting me walk at the back.
It was actually nice to go slower that day, I just got to soak in more of the the views.
I love meeting people meeting during travels. Even if it's just briefly and never to see them again. "People in passing."
We met a Dutch guy, Willem Van Amsterdam at the mountain café along today's hike.
How those cafe's along the hike were a treat during the week!
(It was inspiring meeting Willem. I can't place his age. Maybe in his 60's. But to see him walking solo was encouraging. Oh Lord, that I would have a long life, full of adventures still to come.)
At the café as most took to the shade, Cami and I basked in the glorious sunshine on the cute little balcony where we chatted with Willem.
I liked how this café had a fountain of drinks that greeted us as we walked in. I took a can of lemon soda, also ordered a coffee.
That savoury / sweet tart with a honey undertow was delicious!
How cool is this little mountain cafe’
Along the hike, the pack horses came by with our luggage. Cool to seem in action. I confess it felt a little less authentic only having to carry our day bags. But adventure nonetheless.
16h45
Arrived at our accommodation.
Grabbed a beer, this notebook and took a seat.
Had a round of "speed scrabble" with Helen, Jo Lee and Josiah.
(Turns out that would be the only time I would use those tiles that week.)
So there jangling in my bag as we hiked were scrambled words waiting to be discovered and used. As they bounced inside the bag, I wonder what words those letters would come up with to describe all that we saw during the day...
After the round of speed scrabble, I went into the restaurant area to read and chill. This place definitely was the more "commercial spot" of the whole week.
There I sat in the corner, the outside sunshine spilling onto that side of the table.
Then the heavens opened briefly and we experienced an afternoon downpour.
Nearby ducks took shelter too.
Wait, aren't ducks supposed to enjoy water? Ha!
as a duck takes to water..
There was also football on the TV. An international match. Albania vs Estonia. How fitting!
That night after some very delicious fish and chips. Not crumbed fish) But a good tasty trout! - we played some games together. A version of "heads up" when you have to guess the name of the famous person placed on your forehead.
It's nice how playing games with others can bring people together.
Loved our second night (hiking)'s room too. The shower had a great view of the river.
(Except the design of the bathroom is strange... one showers with the toilet bowl right there, the water spilling everywhere...)
Goodnight!
Here is day 3 of the trip and day 2 of hiking by pictures:
pic 1 - that early morning start I mentioned
pic 2 - our crew
pic 3 - how could you get tired of views like this?
pic 4 - notice the bee
pic 5 - how refreshing does that look
pic 6 - the explorer
14 June 2022 (Tuesday)Transfer from Vabonas to CeremCerem to Doberdol
16.21km (elevation gain 906m)
The day started with what (to the outside) would look like a comic relief sketch. I saw this lovely swing bench that I wanted to have my quiet time on. But as I head for it, another guest goes and sits on it. There he is sitting, just looking at his phone. Ignoring the view around him. What's the point of that?
So I grab a chair and place it in the grass nearby. I sit there, looking at him every so often. My glances and my "hovering" must have been noticed. A few moments later, he parts ways with the bench. Yay! I get to sit on the bench, taking in the views!
The sounds around me: birdsong, distant dogs barking, the river behind me. Thank you Jesus for these quiet moments.
I am enjoying eating the local Albanian food. A good experience. Definitely not my usual menu.
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(My one gripe for this post: I get on with most people in life.
But one thing I can't stand is negativity and entitlement. That riles me and gets under my skin. On the whole, the group was lovely. But there were one or two who had an air of entitlement about them. Lifting their noses to the local food, culture and hospitality. Sigh! Bloody westerners! I just wished they were more polite and more appreciative. Speaking kindly is a far better approach than being snappy and short.)
Sorry to the locals.
Not all travellers are like that, I promise!
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Today, I walked in the front of the group. Not going too far ahead. But every so often, I'd stop and wait for them to catch up.
I liked walking ahead slightly. I walked in silence, noticing small things. Before the "chatter" caught up from behind - I would see birds darting from one branch to another. I'd see butterflies showing off their beautiful colours.
Even though I couldn't identify them, it didn't matter.
"Maybe beauty doesn't need a name."
As we covered the distance, I loved the sunshine overhead. Warming me, even down to my soul. I felt so alive and rested.
(Even though for some, doing a big hike doesn't sound like rest...)
The views each day were stunning. Flowers and mountains. One could not get tired of that.
To steal a similar quote about London: "If one got tired of these views, then they were definitely tired of life."
(If you live by the sea, by a mountain, under a beautiful sky. Please don't take it for granted. Try for as long as you can, to appreciate it. Rejuvenate the wonder often!)
Each day would involve various conversations with different people in our group.
(Glad to have the solidarity of Cami about some of the negativity we heard.)
It's been good to eat the local food. Different to what I usually eat, but I like the experience of it.
And it feels perfect for the hike. Gives energy, fills that gap. Another life experience. 🙂
Feeling rested and at peace. A tangible feeling.
Today, we walked in the Gashi River Valley (a UNESCO protected valley). Wow, what a surprise!
You can read more here: https://feel-albania.com/sightseeing/gashi-river-in-albanian-alps/
I like it all. The difficult ascents, the slippery descents. It's the surroundings that draw me in.
In the UNESCO valley, there "popped out" another mountain café. We met some French hikers. Again, some brilliant coffee and that lemon soda. Love these little moments.
Tonight's location would be our highest altitude, and it was definitely cold. I had to put on a long sleeve, a fleece and a beanie. The shorts still prevailed though...
We got to ride a horse bareback. Love it, at 41 I am still getting to do things for the first time.
Tonight our beds were mattresses on the floor of a little wooden cabin. Loved it! (Actually every night on the trip, I slept well.)
Our basins where one could wash up or brush their teeth overlooked the river and valley below. Picture perfect!
The "surprise" of the day was that 'Richard' Stephen had been carrying a ukulele with him the whole time.
He pulled it out at the right time.
This was our first night with a fire. There we sat and stood, beers and wine at hand, and there Stephen jammed some songs for us. What fun! Music definitely brings people together.
(I think the group bonded some more around the fire.)
Our 3rd night accommodation!Love this picRiding a horse barebacklove the order of tiredness here..rustic longdropinside our accomthe surprise of the day – Stephen’s ukelele
15 June 2022 (Wednesday)Doberdol to Roshkodol
18.63km (elevation gain 936m)
This night we stayed in Kosovo
Another day of clear skies. The morning starts with a chill in the valley. But as soon as the sun steps over the mountain it all warms up.
The first part was a short and very steep ascent. In my opinion, one of the hardest of the week.
But oh my, the view, yet again! Wonderful!
I got up a bit before everyone else, so I got to see on a little rock outcrop that jutted out. Nice just to take it all in.
For the first three days, I had some "trivia" with Chris. (It's nice, how I had a different "thing" with each person.)
So Chris also likes the podcast "Something Rhymes with Purple." First two days he gave me "word of the day:"
Monday was "Journey" (jour is day in French. Journey was the distance one would cover in a day.)
Tuesday was "Daisy" (can't remember the etymology of this one. oops!)
Wednesday was an anagram from 'Monday' which was Dynamo.
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(It's funny how my positivity meter is full at the start.
But it takes knocks.
My patience dropping..
Not by the experience at all.
But rather a handful of people.
We were told the hike would be tough.
We were told to train for it.
"this is not just a walk on the Downs"
I honestly don't mind people struggling. It was tough.
But don't bitch and moan about being there.
You're in such a pretty setting and you're being so negative.
Just change your words. Change your attitude.)
I didn't want to add another gripe but as I look back upon my notes of each day, I see the little lines that I jotted down. I didn't want to ignore or gloss over the whole experience of the journey - the physical and emotional part of it.
I guess this is why some times I just walked ahead..to not hear it..
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After that steep ascent we had to cross some large patches of snow.
That was quite fun.
Louise unfortunately slipped and slid down the snow. But she made it look cool. So later on that day, I had an idea. I borrowed Helen's sit mat and slid down some snow. That was my highlight of the day!
So thankful for my playful spirit:
Boys will be boys!
There was an extra part when we got to the resting hut where had to climb a very steep part to get to the point where the three countries meet. I wasn't keen on walking by such a great attraction!
I asked Gezim if I could go up. I would catch up with the group.
Cami and Kat joined me.
We got up there in about 12 minutes panting and gasping. Ha!
But it was so cool being at the cairn where all three countries meet.
Albania
Kosovo
Montenegro:
The blue skies and puffy clouds stay with us.
I reflect upon having "mountain tea" this morning. I sense the love and kindness in which the tea is made with.
Heard a great podcast about the "mountain tea" here:
https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/a-coffee-in-the-accursed-mount-1490872/episodes/the-one-with-mountain-tea-76387735
Tonight we are in Kosovo. Loved the friendliness and laughter of today's hosts. Again, the accommodation is rustic but oh so comfortable.
We made good time arriving at 15h15.
I found the perfect table and bench to pen my thoughts and have some me chill time:
Gee, I am balding… lolNotice the blue skywriting with a view
Today, I had the gut feeling to let Stephen "finish first."
As in, cross the day's "finishing line" first. Yesterday, Chris had that opportunity (I stepped back to let him cross over the bridge first), so today I felt I would continue the habit...
I was honoured that Stephen read part of his journal entry to Gezim and I. Hearing how he writes (oh man, it puts this blog to shame. Lol) I just liked the honesty and how the trek has been a good challenge for him. (Made me liken him to the fictional Harold Fry.)
After a few days of hiking, my body was spent so I got to throw in an afternoon nap. And then I got to sit on that comfy sofa on the porch alongside Cami as we both read our novels and the afternoon sunshine poured onto us.
Tonight, I stood by the fire with the locals.
As they spoke, I obviously didn't understand,
But I liked it.
The warmth in their voices.
The warmth of the moment.
Stayed with me.
Gezim played a version of "Let it be" on his phone. We all sang along, different nationalities. I love how music transcends countries and cultures.
I noticed the glorious stars ahead.
The chill in the air.
That cold feeling just as I get into bed.
All part of the adventure.
A bit later on, I went out for a pee.
Woah, that moonshine over the valley... stunning!
the glorious moonshine over the valley
Let's not leave out today's great pics:
i) brushing your teeth or washing your face with a great view
ii) on top of the steep ascent
iii) Gezim and I
iv) After a day's hiking, how inviting is this?
v) "Caption this" ?
vi) At the point where the three countries meet...
16 June 2022 (Thursday)Milishevc to Babino Polje
13.72km (elevation gain 547m)
This night we stayed in Montenegro
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!" I can't wish you on your 40th birthday but I know you will understand... I am on an adventure. Because adventure is both our middle names...
This morning I saw Gezim in action - making the Turkish coffee. The process is no quick effort. Makes me appreciate the taste even more.
I keep mentioning the views.
But flip, that's it, that's one of the many things that made the hike. The views that took your breath away.
The views that made you feel alive.
The views that made the steep climbs worth it.
The views reminding us of the handiwork of God.
After another steep incline we came across this mysterious lake.
With these weird "tadpole lizard type things." called tritons.
Cool moment when both Albie and I sang "Lake of Fire" by Nirvana together. I really enjoyed the various moments I had with people during the hike.
"Where do bad folks go when they die,
They don't go to heaven where to angels fly,
But they go to a lake of fire and fry,
See 'em again on the 4th July."
Probably one of the best moments of the day was when we took a shortcut (Shh, don't tell the others!)
But this path took us right through the most incredible meadow of wild flowers.
So so beautiful. Butterflies fluttered from flower to flower. The colours of the flowers strewn across the field made an artist's palette look mediocre:
The accommodation tonight was in Montenegro. We got to go down to the river and swim / explore. Felt like kids on a summer break playing in a local river.
(Scrambling on rocks in a river is one of my many favourite things to do.)
This host gave us snacks on arrival. That was a joy! I was craving chocolate and that was served among the snacks.
Some went for a drive to the local town. I stayed behind.
Had a cool moment where Jenny (yes, I told her about the Flight of the Concords song.), Albie and I sat in the last of the sunshine of that afternoon sharing stories.
Did I mention that Albie Koqani is the number 1 climber in Kosovo?
The best supper was tonight! I can't name the dishes, but they were scrumptious! And a lot in quantity. (I packed some of it for lunch the next day.)
After dinner the group played charades. A brilliant idea by Gezim. Things like that bring people together! A great penultimate night.
Lots of wine consumed too. A fun night!
17 June 2022 (Friday)Vusanje to Theth
(17.66km elevation gain 843m)
Woke up to the sound of the river.
Been a good week of hiking. I feel recharged and rested and even ready to get back to "everyday life."
Although I made a conscious effort this week every time my mind started thinking about the following week or things to come - to snap back to the present in the HERE and NOW. To notice the sounds. To just be in the moment. Not ahead in my head, planning the next things...
The highlight for me was that unusual calm valley we walked through, was it just before or just after we crossed back into Albania (?).
Just prior to that valley, my friend Kat and I swam in the lake.
(Ropajana lake)
Ropajana lake
Today we saw interesting colourful creatures.
The colourful shiny beetle.
The yellow and black salamander thing.
(Ha, one of the funny things, was one of our transfer drivers to that start of the walk was just 14. But he drove so well...)
Experiencing the rain and thunder on the mountain was wild.
On the way down as we walked down the pass, on the slippery "shale type" rocks, I noticed trees that had been struck by lightning.
Hence, why Gezim rushed us down, out of harm's way...
Was good to actually use our rain protective gear. A nice rounding off to the week. A week full of amazing amazing weather!!
Adding a dash of rain and lightning!
The quick goodbye to Cami in the rain. (She stayed an extra night in Theth meeting a friend.)
The rest of us headed back down to the city...
I had pizza in Shkoder and then we headed out to this cool rooftop spot to have cocktails. Except the vibe there was lame...
So round two we headed to a noisier and more fun bar. (The same place we had a drink on our first night in Albania.)
Gezim is good at music trivia! He and Louise.
Gezim, a stranger at the start of the week. Now our friend.
Our group of all sorts of characters, a lot closer.
Ready to take the stories of our experiences to our friends and families.
It is said that a lot of the English like a good curry.
Our group was like that. An exotic curry:
A different bunch of people mixed together.
Adding some American spice (Cami), some South African flavour (me) and some Kosovonian seasoning (Albie and Gezim.) A dish well served.
We had the crazy barefoot hiker. (Actually very impressed that he walked most the way barefoot. Yoh!)
Our "taking photos of every flower" person.
The "cryptic clue" guy.
The "I carried a ukulele for two days before anyone found out." guy.
And some other personality traits I rather leave out. ha! 😉
18 June 2022 (Saturday)
Down away from the mountains the temperatures soared right up into the 30's! Crazy hot! Loved it. 🙂
An amazing orange juice and coffee with breakfast.
I did the postcard thing. (Posting to Michi and the AUS Hoffs.)
Stephen and I walked to city for a bit.
Supported a local stall. I bought a table cloth. (A random thing to buy, but I am actually using it daily at home.)
"Richard" and I walked past the mosque and took a look inside. At one point I saw a shot of both the mosque and church. Something beautiful and peaceful about them together:
Faith standing together
For us, we saw the city with rose tinted glasses (tourist eyes) but at the same time, I just took in the everyday life around me. A usual Saturday morning for most:
Cyclists everywhere, with no helmets
But the drivers did seem a lot calmer and less hurried
Venders selling some products, just to get by.
A saw a random birdcage attached to a lamp pole. Unusual location.
We said our goodbyes to Gezim and Albie. That was sad! We were all a little quieter in the van to Tarina.
Was actually nice to do a bit of "city sightseeing" of Tirana.
I took the lead and took the group on a random loop around the city using Google maps. was chuffed that we stumbled upon some great colours and "off the beaten path" sites:
Tirana
We were city tourists too, not just hikers
At 3pm, we left for the Airport. Turns out our return flight would be delayed twice...
The waiting, weirdly didn't frustrate me.
I could tell, the week away, was good for me, I wasn't even frustrated by that inconvenience.
As we drove to Tirana airport, I looked out at at the scenes they raced by. Lots of incomplete construction. Did them folks run out of money?
I also see that a lot of the gardens / grass areas / green patches aren't very well kept. Again, might be a money thing?
There also seems to be a big emphasis on eating together and time with one another. I was told by a friend, because of a lot of unemployment in Albania - people have time to spend with each other.
But a lot of homes also had an "out house" where family and friends could eat together. I like that.
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Up in the mountains, when we arrived at each over night's stop..
I noticed how there are a lot more hotels and B&Bs being built - it's as if the whole region is expecting a bumper season of tourists.
But also, I noticed how there is no hurry (or is it the lack of funds again?) to get some of these buildings completed.
These countries could do with a boost of tourism and an injection of finances. But it wouldn't be "good" if this place became over commercialised like the "Swiss Alps."
A lyric that popped into mind: "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot."
Some extra pics that were not categorized:
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Disclaimer: I break all the laws of writing switching between tenses. I am sorry not sorry. 😉 Although I probably need to work on that. If you've got this far, then I am already impressed. Thanks for reading.
My soul feels light and content as I take to the motorway, A great night with quality people. I take in the scenery around me The yellow rapeseed sprawled upon the hillside in the distance The blue sky and puffy clouds hang above There are a lot of cars on the road. Where are they all going? People are always going somewhere. The tall trees that line the road, the lushness of the greenery. There has always been a charm to the English countryside I’m still not tired of it. To be tired of such things is to be bored of life. I am thankful my car I am thankful for Spotify. I am thankful for music. We all have a soundtrack to our lives. Both these things above transport me places. As I enter my area, I see the tunnel of trees before me. From open fields, to vibrant flowers, to rolling hills and now a forest… The sunlight poking through the tall branches slicing through the cars as we drive through. Thank you for my eyes to see such beautiful things Thank You for the appreciation You put inside me. There is still so much to see. We’re born explorers.
“it’s not you, it’s me of course we can still be friends but we just need some time we had a good three and a half years together thank you loved all the people I met the services I led all the cool youth ministry moments
I still think we will be friends but for now I needed a clean cut a clean break i don’t want to live with my heart in two places it wouldn’t be fair to now this new chapter”
Been thinking about my leaving of SMB From church work to a very different sort of work From knowing a lot of people to getting to know new people I am keeping tabs of one or two things back there But also I believe I need to be present to where I am Naturally friendships that are meant to stay will stay. We would naturally stay in touch.
I had to hand over my youth ministry Even in the state of things in the church Because God loves those youth far more than I ever would
Because I have lots to learn here I need to fully present here God opened this door and so with me standing in the threshold I open my heart and life to what is here.
(Random music trivia. There is always a song. I did think of the perfect break up song. Anberlin – Breaking.)
My friend and I live in a little village on the edge of Milton Keynes. Earlier today, I needed to go to the shops to find some gifts for some people. I headed up to Woburn Sand’s High Street. I decided to wander into one of the charity stores. As I stood there, a customer from Zimbabwe (I think) was talking about he named his four kids: Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. (Pretty clever!) But I just loved how a three way conversation happened.
Then when that customer left, I continued browsing. I then heard one of the three ladies say out loud “If only there was a strong young man to help you carry that.”
I snapped to the present. “Yes, of course, I would love to do that for you.” One asked, “Are you Australian?” (Is my accent that tainted now?) I said I was from South Africa. “Ah, that’s why you are so helpful.” (Proud ubuntu moment!)
So there I am walking alongside this elderly lady, only about 500m to her house carrying a little corner table she purchased. She offered me a tea when I got to her place. I declined, but thought to myself. Nice to do a little good turn.
— Later in the day, I realised I needed some wrapping paper. So, I shot back up to the main street. My housemate asked me to grab some Weetabix whilst I was there. So I thought I would by the cereal and wrapping paper from Tesco. I only got the cereal there. But the guy suggested trying the Post Office. Oh dear, 3 mins before they close…
I ran the 100m to the Post Office, made it in time. I grabbed some wrapping paper. The lady behind the counter said “Is this wrapping paper for the Weetabix?” We had a good chuckle! Imagine sending Weetabix as a gift? Stranger things have happened.
How nice! People talking to one another, bantering. Gotta love some quaint village moments. #OldSchoolEngland
I usually effortlessly devour through books… loving the escape to the worlds they create and the joy or tension they share…
However this book is a slow burner. I’m on page 150 of 359… I’m enjoying it But weirdly it’s not an “easy read” – its not heavy in content necessarily… but there are lots of phrases or paragraphs they get me thinking…
And even though it’s a slow brew… I look forward to going back. Learning more and wondering where this memoir is heading…
Of Colours and Discovery 