Ksamil, Southern Albania, Albania
It was a hot day, the morning had been spent at the site of some old ruins, to be honest wasn't worth getting my camera out of the bag. The afternoon was to be spent on the beach at Ksamil before driving on to Sarande for the night.
Why? A beach is a beach is a beach, is boring. It was the general consensus of the group, not just mine, but ho hum, so a few beers, and a bite to eat and off I trotted to see what I could see.
I could see Corfu on the horizon
I wonder if these are the inflatables the hordes of Albanian economic migrants are using to get to Corfu on the first leg of their journey to the promised land?
Let's leave the beach behind and have a mooch about the town.
God this is dismal.
No name taverna..... No customers taverna.... closed down taverna.
Sunflowers will brighten up any day, as will a crepe
I had never sen this sort of display before, apparently it is quite common in the Balkans and goes back many many years before the tinterweb.
Someone remarked later that it is facebook for the dead, which is a bit harsh. Must be honest I was fascinated looking at them and spotted lots more on my travels.
The flags were cracking the heat was hot, it must have been upper 30's C, I was sweating Like a prince in a pizza express, and this old guy has got a fucking coat on!!!!
What a waste of an iconic British motor.
Nope sorry, doesn't work, no kerb appeal, I'm going back for more beer, I have worked up a sweat trudging the barren wastelands of Ksamil.
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