The Frog Chorus

Paul McCartney I'm guessing has never been to Lake Shkodra Resort. It's a fairly new camp site on the bank of the lake. Swimming is quite possible (as I demonstrated this morning) having been rudely awakened by the rampant frog population of the area. Gee, there must be thousands, if not millions of them.
I was in up to my neck by 7am. Needless to say the frogs had scarpered and couldn't be seen. It was pleasantly warm though.

A full English breakfast, Albanian style. All for under 4 euros, as the warm sun rose and started to make it pleasantly hot. We hit the road at the crack of mid morning with Eileen driving. He soon ran in to trouble when he was pulled over by the Albanian police. They had obviously heard about the abuse he had put poor Jezebel through yesterday. They shook our hands, warned Eileen to turn his lights on when driving, then sent him on his way with a warning.
We arrived at the border to find a long row of lorries patiently waiting and a small Morris Minor. Doris it seemed was a bit of a celebrity. Even the police there were taking photos.
The road took us towards the capital of Montenegro, Podgorica, before winding through the mountains (they are more grey or green than black, despite the name of the country). Finally we emerged out above Bhudva on the coast.

We had a luncheon appointment at Kotor, on the banks of the fjord. Alas, we missed Kotor and found our way to Tivat for our lunch. Must have been Eileen navigating again. At least it wasn't an Albanian goat track this time, but a pleasant harbour with tall ships and gin palaces and views across the fjord.
Time waits for no man though, we were off again, heading for our third country that day. The brakes on Jezebel were grating worryingly and pulling to one side. As we queued at customs in the hot sun, with the air cooled engine not getting any through air, I turned off the engine. She didn't want to start again. The alternator has always caused me a few issues, but with the engine heat evaporating the fuel, she was very reluctant and now had not one, but two flat batteries. Ralph was just behind us, we had to encourage the queue to go around us so I could bump start her in reverse, then try to force my way back in to the queue. We got there in the end.
Dubrovnik is a beautiful old city. Big, creamy coloured walls, crystal clear water, elaborate carvings and oodles of history. Marred perhaps by over commercialisation and over charging. The car park cost us 23 euros for 4 hours, even though we were only there for one.
We pushed on north to the camp site at Tresteno. Less than half the price of the one close to Dubrovnik. The teams are all closely parked near the entrance and after a fine meal from our ration pack supply, everything in the world is rosy. The coastline of southern Croatia is phenomenal. Islands clutter the sea and the cliffs and turquoise waters and setting sun just set them off perfectly. I was driving alas, so the others may have some good photos.
Team Nightmare got searched at the border for drugs. None were found. Several teams have chosen to stay in Dubrovnik. Personally, I prefer the peace and tranquility and getting back to nature. Mind you, I said that last night and found myself in the middle of a frog orgy.