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Yes and No

Traveling through countries where the native tongue is a long stream of unbroken gibberish to your untrained ears, universal symbols gain a lot of weight. Pointing at your wrist, counting with fingers, hands together in thanks – all understood across the globe. The most common of course though, is the nod for a `yes´, and a shake of the head for a `no´. Imagine the confusion then, when at the top of a mountain village in Albania, you ask for confirmation of the correct route, and an old woman shakes her head at you, saying “Po, po” – “Yes, yes”.
Relying on international communication would have you heading down the wrong track. Instinct assumes this is a negative reply, and it takes a good deal of re-training to nod “yes”, but mean “no”.
Was this invented as some kind of clever ploy to misdirect tourists? Or perhaps an old combat tactic – similar to the 60,000 weapon-filled war bunkers spread across the country, forming a huge decentralized army for the nation, where everyone was a soldier.
Opponent: “Will you agree to a cease fire?”
The General nods his head. “That´ll fool them” he mutters to himself.

Albania is charmingly full of these contradictions. Less than a decade ago, the currency was changed simply by dropping one of the zero´s. What used to cost 1000 Lek, now costs 100. Only, most of the small towns have taken a while to catch on, and it can be quite the trick to ascertain whether you´re being charged 5 euros for a watermelon, or 50 cents.

Finally, you work out how to be understood in this beautiful backwards country, and decide to continue peddling on towards Greece. Crossing the border, you breath a sigh of relief, as you slowly return to your old, instinctual communication. Asking a man for some water, he tells you “Neh, neh”. It´s with a turn of the stomach, but a smile at the corners of your mouth, that you realize he means “Yes, yes”.

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Reaching the sea again in Albania reminded me of how much I had missed it. Bapsi was leaving the tour here and the group was changing again. I planted a seed of imagination, suggesting we ride up the coast together – and soon a plan was formulated. Hugging our now firm friends goodbye, we peddled out of the city, onto the autoroute. It was a strange first day. I felt sad at saying goodbye, restless of the open road, and waiting for the unexpected.

Around 7pm, as the sun was sinking, I had a crash.
We had been peddling along a horrible unkempt road with tons of traffic and inching a little too close to the curb, my tyre went over the edge, I tried to recorrect, bent the shit out of my wheel and fell onto the tarmac. I jumped straight back up and flew to the side… a break in the traffic had saved my life. But my bike, my beautiful bike! Almost every one of the 36 spokes were bent and the rim looked more like a figure 8 than a circle. We sat in the dirt by the road, as the cars zoomed on past, and laughed. It was too crazy. Just before leaving that day, Bapsi had lost her camera, and now this… were we not meant to leave??

People started stopping, seeing if we needed help, and finally someone who spoke English came to our rescue. Her name was Ella. She told us the best place to head to for a fixup, and found us a mini-bus to Shkoder – THE bicycle centre of Albania. It was 50kms in our direction and the bus cost 3 euros.

Apart from the actual falling off and almost killing myself part, things couldnt have been more perfect. We were dropped off outside a super cheap hostel, told there was a bike shop around the corner and spent the night in the coolest Albanian town I had seen yet. Bikes everwhere! Really helpful people, and good vibes flowing. In the morning the little old bike repair man “fixed” my bike for free and although i still needed a new wheel, meeting him and sharing an offered coffee was well worth the experience. We felt on top of the world, everything just fell into place. My new wheel was found, and 10 euros later the bike was running great! A watermelon and a ride out of town, we crossed into Montenegro the same day.

Montenegro is beautiful. Little village roads took us to the coast and wild plums fed us along the way. It definitely lives up to his name – there were lots of up up ups. Just as many downs though of course and I think I have finally cured my hill phobia. I really enjoyed the ride, sweat dripping out of every pore, then a cool sea swim to revitalize the spirit.

Into Croatia on the fourth day and lots of hard climbs into Dubrovnik. A steep descent to finish though and the water never felt so fresh. Now my weary body is taking a bus ride over more mountains along the Croatian coast, back to Zadar and back to the love my heart continues to call – Charlie.

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When I joined up with the Ecotopiabiketour, I was running on 2 hours sleep and a tomato sandwhich. The rest of the team was lazing about in a small village called Teovo in Macedonia. In the middle of the town is a 1000 year old Sycamore tree. We sang, and drank rakija with locals. It was a good introduction.

Constantly fluctuating, the group started at 10 and grew to 17. More than 13 countries, double that in personalities, and some really beautiful people.
I expected more of an ecotopia bunch than a biketour bunch, but there was a fine mixture of both. Actually, most people hadnt done much cycling at all, and although this was the 20 something tour, with no EcoTopia festival at the finishline, the motives changed a lot. It was as though everything was starting again, rebuilding itself. Only two prior participants, the rest newbies.

Together we cycled through Macedonia, then into Albania. Planned actions fell like dominos, one after the other as we neared them… but sleeping, eating and riding seemed to consume all of our time anyway.

Bapsi from Austria became a good friend. A 22 year old vegan who absolutely loves her bike and boycotts planes… we got along great!
Yarden from Israel slowly opened up and we flirted into friendship. He manages a youth project that inspires through mathematics. Our romance and laughter bridged our differences.
Joao from Portugal was an instant love. He peddled from Porto and plans to peddle back… eats vegan and loves mulberries. We picked wild fruit everyday and painted eachother purple with the juice. We shared stencils and laughed a lot. He sprouted lentils and we ate them in our salads.

With this group of people I pushed on through most of the ks. All the others made it what it was too though, and leaving them in Durres on the Albanian coast was tough. Group cycling is so different, and somewhat less efficient – if you are counting miles – but really a lot of fun. Even the hardest of climbs – pushing up 13kms of steep slippery gravel road – seemed a lot easier with such energy around. And flying down the mountains – 2 days of endless downhill after the border – was never more rewarding.
Playing with the kids, picking up rubbish on the beach, shouting “Breath Clean Air!” at an action in Elbasan… and just wild camping, eating fired dinners, sleeping under the stars and swimming naked in the rivers… we may not have achieved much on a global climate-change scale, but we surely changed eachother, and grew new branches together.

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