After we left the busy touristic coastline of Montenegro and crossed the Albanian border, we had the idea of cycling through the heart of the Balkan. For us it was a completely different world. We could see a variety of people along the road, most of them (including cyclists like us) would have been shooed off by the police if we were in the Netherlands: children cycling next to the highway, people transporting hay with their donkey, farmers and shepherds walking their cow or sheep to greener pastures, or people cycling slowly uphill on bikes without gears as old Mercedes cars are overtaking, leaving a trail of black smoke from their exhaust pipes.… Lês fierder