Maintenance is not ‘his’ forte …

Great start for the morning … bus to Tirana, no problem to take the bikes.

Within a couple of hours we are in Tirina at the bus station, some 5km from the centre. I’m enjoying riding into the city like a local but I have my helmet on amongst the cars. Not long before we are on a dedicated bike lane … nothing flash but a bike lane which is great, all the way to the centre square.

Finding our way to get a lunch stop … ‘Sue … stop!!’ Puncture #6 … a lovely local saw us and suggested there was a bike shop just down the road … however we were onto it … fixed and lunch … followed by puncture #7 …

The bike shop couldn’t help but gave us directions to the Bazaar … several stores to choose from. Lovely people who replaced the tube and tyre. ‘Oh! my stand is broken can you fix it?’ … so with a coffee and search for a hotel, the stand was also fixed, only to find out that the rims are urgently in need of replacement before he has a serious accident … ugh … we won’t talk about me replacing my rims before this trip and having that conversation about his rims on his bike … double ugh!!!

Back to the Bazaar area for dinner, we choose a restaurant, John asked for a big beer … we are halal no alcohol. Well that was short and sweet … we go next door, they have beer and wine … do you want pork chops, pork ribs, pork sausages? We only have pork. Pork is my favourite meat so I’m happy … pork ribs, salad, chips and peppers and cream. Best pork I’ve had for a long time. Followed by a gelato it’s a good day. Not sure if John feels the same!

Back to the comfort of a hotel room … John can’t get the TV working …

Tomorrow we can explore the city.