After a long day looking at churches and sites in the southeast of Albania, we worked our way back to Tirana in time to have a late dinner with Kejda’s cousin Dasara. We chose the Taiwan Center, even though we’d been there once already earlier in the week. The food is amazing and the prices are so reasonable, it is hard to believe.
When we finished our dinner, we walked back to the Mercedes (which had just been over 1000 kilos of some of the worst roads known to cars without any incident whatsoever) to discover a flat tire. That was cruel irony, given how tired we were.
We went home – got a couple hours sleep, and set out for the airport around 330AM in the middle of a quiet Tirana night. Kejda dropped me off (she would stay an extra couple of weeks with her family – I had to get back to work) and alone I set off back to New York, grateful for the experience, eager to return.