We went for breakfast - a crepe with lots of Bailey's, chocolate and bananas for me, and Scott had a Club Sandwich again.
When we went down to the bar to pay the accommodation bill, we got a gift from the host - some kind of herb to make tea and olive oil made by her husband.
We headed for Sarandë and after 59 kilometers, one and a half hours of driving, olive groves, mountain goats, plenty of cows, horses and donkeys, we were in front of the hotel.
We took our things to the room and went to explore the village. Albania is a land of crazy contrasts - wonderful sandy beaches with light blue water and impressive mountains, expensive restaurants, wide promenades and luxury hotels for tourists, but also an insane amount of crumbling houses, ruins, abandoned buildings and garbage. Step away from the tourist street and there are heaps of rubbish everywhere. So is also Sarandë - the beachfront promenade is full of restaurants and bars, palm trees and all kinds of entertainment. However, if you take the direction to the other side, you will soon be in the neighbourhod like back in the days on the Kopli lines.
Proper preliminary work done, we went to Filipo fish restaurant - a family bistro that serves only the freshest fish and seafood caught on the same day. At local prices. Maybe that's why they weren't too interested in tourists. In any case, we finally got our order placed, and as always in this country - the food was brought to the table exactly in the order in which it was prepared. The french fries were slowly running out, but I hadn't seen the octopus yet, for example. Even if it had been forgotten, it wouldn't have been much of a loss either, because this grilled octopus resembled smoked octopus in texture, appearance and taste. He remained on the plate fairly untouched because we couldn't eat this rubbery creature with a strange taste. The deep-fried squids were super good and the shrimps in orange sauce were not bad either, although for 10 euros I would have expected more than six shrimps. When we finally got the bill after 25 minutes of waiting and having reminded them four times, the waiter stood there and looked at us and the octopus reproachfully.
We chose the places to eat for the next few days, found out that we couldn't see the sunset from the beach in front of our hotel (because the sun sinks behind the mountain before it even starts to turn orange) and went to our room.
When we went down to the bar to pay the accommodation bill, we got a gift from the host - some kind of herb to make tea and olive oil made by her husband.
We headed for Sarandë and after 59 kilometers, one and a half hours of driving, olive groves, mountain goats, plenty of cows, horses and donkeys, we were in front of the hotel.
We took our things to the room and went to explore the village. Albania is a land of crazy contrasts - wonderful sandy beaches with light blue water and impressive mountains, expensive restaurants, wide promenades and luxury hotels for tourists, but also an insane amount of crumbling houses, ruins, abandoned buildings and garbage. Step away from the tourist street and there are heaps of rubbish everywhere. So is also Sarandë - the beachfront promenade is full of restaurants and bars, palm trees and all kinds of entertainment. However, if you take the direction to the other side, you will soon be in the neighbourhod like back in the days on the Kopli lines.
Proper preliminary work done, we went to Filipo fish restaurant - a family bistro that serves only the freshest fish and seafood caught on the same day. At local prices. Maybe that's why they weren't too interested in tourists. In any case, we finally got our order placed, and as always in this country - the food was brought to the table exactly in the order in which it was prepared. The french fries were slowly running out, but I hadn't seen the octopus yet, for example. Even if it had been forgotten, it wouldn't have been much of a loss either, because this grilled octopus resembled smoked octopus in texture, appearance and taste. He remained on the plate fairly untouched because we couldn't eat this rubbery creature with a strange taste. The deep-fried squids were super good and the shrimps in orange sauce were not bad either, although for 10 euros I would have expected more than six shrimps. When we finally got the bill after 25 minutes of waiting and having reminded them four times, the waiter stood there and looked at us and the octopus reproachfully.
We chose the places to eat for the next few days, found out that we couldn't see the sunset from the beach in front of our hotel (because the sun sinks behind the mountain before it even starts to turn orange) and went to our room.
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