Transit point!
Vlora was where the ferry left us at 1:30 am. Well, I suppose we should have been pleased that they got the right place, even if not the right time.
After a prolonged argument with the police and an insurance salesman at the port, we paid the 50 euros the guy was asking for a cover note for the insurance on the car which we were only told on arrival covered practically all countries in Europe, except Albania.
It wasn't hard to find the hotel, but unfortunately they didn't find our booking with the same ease and so the trip really started out badly.
In the end they found us somewhere to sleep and the hotel wasn't that bad. Vlora by day seemed better than our first impression and there was a lovely, clean pool for a morning swim before setting off for the south and the magical, pristine beaches we were dreaming of...
The chapters on Dhermi, Himara and Jal tell the rest of the story!
On our return, we obviously had to stop in Vlora again for the ferry back to Otranto and had an opportunity to look around. There is nothing much in the city, but it isn't the worst place in the world to be stranded.
We went looking for the monastery and church of St Triades near Narta but didn't succeed in finding it!
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