A Lonely and Wet Journey

The Quiet and Difficult Start

For the first hour or two, we traveled in silence. No one said anything. The only sound was the splash of the horse hooves in the muddy ground.

A Dreary Landscape

As daylight slowly arrived, there was no sense of joy. The land was flat and swampy, with many fast-moving streams that crashed angrily over large rocks. We often had to follow the curves of the streams for a long way before we could find a place to cross. The water sometimes rose up to our knees or higher, and there were moments when the animals almost lost their balance in the cold, swirling water, nearly causing an accident Istanbul Day Tours.

Crossing Many Streams

I lost count of how many times we crossed the streams, or even crossed the same stream multiple times. When it rains heavily, the entire valley, which is about two miles wide, can turn into a river. The path was muddy, with patches of willows, and we had to walk over grey cobblestones.

Continuous Rain and Difficult Conditions

It kept raining. I was wearing a well-known raincoat, but even it got soaked through. The soldiers were bundled up in heavy cloaks. They were so sad that they didn’t even smoke cigarettes, which showed just how gloomy the mood was. We stood in the rain, sheltering under our horses, and ate wet bread for our lunch.

A Brief Glimpse of Hope

For a brief moment, the clouds broke, and far to our left, we saw the peak of Tomorica, the large mountain in Central Albania. But the rain soon returned and hid the view from us.

Losing the Way

As if things weren’t bad enough, our guide lost his way. It wasn’t surprising in such a desolate place, but the Turks and I cursed him for being so clueless. He led us up streams, made us climb steep mud banks, and took us on long detours. Eventually, he admitted that he had never been to Berat before. He had only thought he knew the way based on what a few mule drivers in Elbasan had told him.