SARANDA- BERAT, A TOUGH
The view on the way from Saranda to Berat in most of the parts is nice,
the weather was sunny and fresh, but the travel turned out awful!!!
The furgon left from Saranda sharp at 8.00am carrying no more than
10 passengers, and immediately I started smelling a stink typical of a person who
hasnt taken a shower for several months. I tried to spot the origin of such stink
but unsuccessfully. I was surprised I was the only one was who was getting nervous for it:
all the others seemed untouched while I was literally choking in particular because the
furgon, having no windows, was a sealed stinking box.
Quite soon I realised I should have put up with it for a long time
but I couldnt imagine it would have been such long torture. I started breathing
through my sleeve, but then I realised that standing was the only escape. It was not
comfortable to try to not falling keeping hung in such mountainy and bumpy roads, but
anyway I improved my situation.
Everything seemed become bearable when suddenly a guy ran to the
driver, he took a plastic bag giving to an old woman on the back. I started sweating
thinking the worst could happen, and in fact it happened: she started throwing up like a
river overflowing. The stink got unbearable but I definitely freaked out when I saw the
vomit flowing under my feet. I tried to move frontward but I couldnt do that much
apart insulting the woman!
I was looking forward the travel finished but it wasnt even
the half of the trip. Then I hoped about a stopover, and every minute seemed so long to
me. Luckily some passengers began to complain since they had to wee, but the driver
didnt seem to care too much. It took five hours before the minibus stopped for the
lunch and I could breathe again.
Sometimes travelling is tough.