Penguins Bike

Day 42 - Go find an Albanian girlfriend - Donji Murići, Montenegro to Shkodër, Albania

August 1, 2026 biked 35 miles with 2750 feet elevation

For the hills, David is faster ascending and I’m faster down them. He says I go zoomies. Usually he passes me soon after the next uphill starts but after my tuna, cheese and tomato lunch I was zooming up the hills too!

After some time has passed, I arrived in a town when I decided I probably should wait for David since he always waits for me when he’s ahead.

Free Beer

In this very small, almost abandoned town, a group of Albanian men were sitting at a bar drinking and smoking at 1pm. They waved me over. I said I’m waiting for my boyfriend but I could use some cold water. I waited and chatted and waited some more. They lived in New York as is the trend with many other Albanians. One guy lived there for 20 years and said in an NY accent-“New York…forgetaboutit.” Apparently not the biggest fan. But they all have NYC license plates!

Eventually they convinced me to get a beer. I was slowly sipping it when I finally saw David and waved at him to stop. But one old man waved him to keep biking and find an Albanian girlfriend.

After some laughter, David got some water and we tried to share my remaining beer, but they insisted on buying us both beers. They said it is a rule in Albania that the first drink is on them. David was so far behind because he thought he accidentally passed me. I must be getting stronger!

Continuing on…

I might be stronger, but three days of hard climbs has me jock-brain. I’m so spacey. I try to charge my phone with the wrong cord and I forgot to restart my GPS; it automatically turns off when I pause for a break.

I need more sleep and calories.

Albanian Border

The line to the border crossing was long but we were able to skip right to the front. Which is nice but, overall travel is still faster in a car.

When we got closer to our accommodation for the next few nights, I realized I accidentally booked the wrong date. I booked it for tomorrow night, not tonight.

I let our host know when we arrived. I asked her if it’s possible to stay here tonight in addition to the next two days. She said it was no problem and that the room is ready for me. I asked if she wanted to see any of my documents. Every campsite and hotel requires us to show our passports so they can our information. But she said no.

We are in another heat wave so I immediately jumped into the shower. The faster I get out of my bike clothes the faster we can meet up with David’s friend, Allie and eat. Right when I got out, we heard a knock and she told David that there was a misunderstanding and the people who booked the place were waiting. We had to leave.

Dripping wet, I scrambled to pack everything back and tried to wipe up the wet floor. It was awkward, but the people waiting were cool. Turns out they are a French couple hitchhiking from Japan back to France!

We were referred to a somewhat unfinished, but cheap hotel down the street and it all worked out.