I should have remembered from my nights in Albania drinking raki (backyard distilled spirits) gives me scary dreams. Last night I was attacked by a frightening demon woman. Even as I dreamt it I knew it was a dream, so it wasn’t as disturbing as it could have been, but I was still a little cautious when I went to the toilet in the half-dark. In the morning, hunger forced me out of bed and into town for some makan. I still feel very exhausted and my legs quite powerless so I retreated back to Marselino’s house to continue reading Gone Girl on my kindle. My task for the day was to decide how I would get to Belaraghi. The long way is a 22km return hike out of Bajawe. The short(er) way is to ride in via Paukate. I decided on the latter as I didn’t fancy hiring a guide for the hike as is advised/enforced and I thought it would be more appropriate to get myself to the village on my bike, given that I call myself a cycle-tourist and all. I had been thinking about going for an afternoon ride through the outskirts of town in search of more Reba celebrations, but I thought it wiser to rest my weary body a little more.
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||9,303km|