Left Tirane on sunny morning; a post-war country that is now growing. Headed up north to cross the border. Prayed hard not to get into time delays at the border crossing. Bad roads and riding up and down on 2nd gear on the mountain range had caused Lil G to leak more again.
Scenery was great, mountain view all over.
As I arived at the exit check point, the police start yelling and I didn’t understand what he was trying to say. The post was empty and it was just me and another 2 bikers from Czech in front of me. They requested for their passports but did not even loooking into it and said, “2 euro!” The bikers dug into their pockets and hand over 2 euro and turn 2 me and said, “just give the money and you can go. No stamp required.”
Indeed. I just handed over my passport with 2 euro and the officer didn’t even bother to flip a page and said, “you go”. It was totally different on Montenegro side few kilometers ahead. They greeted me well and asked for my bike papers and my green card.
“We are sorry mister, your green card does not cover Montenegro. That is the counter and please buy it before we can stamp your passport”. Green card is the insurance you need to ride and travel into European countries. Parked my bike aside and there I went. The guy at the table filled up some forms and said, “10 euro please.”
The guy: whh…you are from Malaysia. Muslim?
The guy: Assalam, I am muslim too. Eid mubarak to you, Mister Hussien. This is the map of Montenegro and where you are going?
Me: Heading to budva tonight.
The guy: Nice beach. Camping?
The guy: Oh…there are many places to camp in Montenegro and they are all very safe. Enjoy your ride and please ride safe.
A total different approached and made my day.
Riding on to Podgorica, the capital city of Montenegro. Nothing much to see and headed to the beach. Made stops from time to time to make sure I was heading the right way and the locals are really friendly. Even they don’t speak English, they tried hard giving me explanation on how to get there and which route to take.
After hours on the bike, the butt was getting sore. Short distance covered and all I could think was to get a rest. Uphill and downhill winding roads was fun but too much fun is not good too…hahaha.
Finally found the camping spot by the beach and saw some fellow travellers from north; with big bikes. Said hi to them and there was a long pause. They went around looking at the bike and start talking among themselves. They are from Czech.
One of them asked me, “you ship the bike here to ride?”
Me: I rode it here.
Czech biker: all the way from Malaysia?
Czech biker: That’s very far.
Me: I know, thanks for telling me. And I just smiled.
Czech biker: We are on the way back home from south…long ride, but not as long and far as you.
Me: I take it slow and easy.
While I was pitching up my tent, a guy arrived on a bicycle; Canadian-born former Yugoslavian native. A very cool guy and I had a good chat with him, you know, the travellers tale kind, throughtout the evening. He finished his study and now cycling around Balkan countries visiting his native old ancestors motherland. How cool.
Time to get some rest and Bosnia is up next. Temperature was really low and I had to keep warm in my sleeping bag in the tent.