Well, this was a very long and interesting day filled with just about every mode of transportation available. We woke up early and grabbed a water taxi for about 25 euros each, seemed expensive but they weren't budging so we went with it. It was a great morning to be out on the lake.

This view is back at the town of Ohrid with the castle up on the hill.

Here's ben and our "Captain." About an hour into the trip, this guy grabbed a bucket, set it on the ledge, and then stood up and took a leak.
The trip across the lake was about 20 miles and 2.5 hours. The destination was a monastery on the opposite side of the lake, but still on the Macedonian side of the border. However, about halfway across the lake we heard and strange noise. Then looked on in horror as the propeller, and the assembly that attaches it to the motor fell into the lake and disappeared forever. So we were in another "Oh Shit" moment. But he didn't seem too phased and simply started up the second motor. Which sputtered for a while. Then, he expertly ripped up some cardboard, rolled it up, and stuffed it in a hole and the motor came to life. We were saved by cardboard...

This is the monastery we landed at.

Here's our boat after we landed.
Ok, so now we've reached the monastery and we are only 500 meters from the border. Unfortunately, they don't have a gate there. So we start looking for a taxi to take us to the border crossing. However, when we ask, they point us to the other water taxis. Also, none of the tour buses seem interested in giving us a lift. So, we pull some more Army out of our bag and ruck it out of Macedonia. It was only a little over 2 miles.

We had to stop for this herd of sheep. The sheep dogs were huge and very much in control of the flock. It was cool watching them keep the sheep out of the intersection. So can barely see one behind Pappy. Also, looking at the sign you see the arrow for Albania. 
Humping it like good soldiers, bad intervals though, one grenade and we're toast!
At the border, one of the guards managed to tell us he had lived in a town right next to Ben, so that was pretty funny. Then a car with Pennsylvania plates, yes Pennsylvania, came through the checkpoint. Hmmmmmm....stolen...I wonder. He didn't look American, and if he was, I think he would have offered his country men a ride into town. Regardless, we jumped in a cab and went to Pogredec, Albania. Last country. This is also where we parted ways with Ben. He was heading to Athens to continue his World tour, and Pappy and I need to get to Albania to catch our flight. We knew we were looking for vans that went to Tirana, but weren't sure how it worked. At first we were willing to take a Taxi because we just wanted to make sure we got there. But that would have cost 50 euros. Luckily, we stopped into an internet cafe and ran into the Pogredec Peace Corps guy. He was very nice and took us to the only ATM. He said there was no way of knowing when the Tirana van would come so we would just have to wait. But as we were walking to the bus station to see Ben off one came flying by. So the PC dude yelled at him, he screeched to a halt, more than happy to pick up tourists. We threw our stuff in, said a quick goodbye to Ben, and were off.

It sucked that we had to rush off so fast, cause Ben and Pappy have been roommates for a while and don't know when they'll see each other next. I'm just glad I got to travel with Ben as much as I did. He's done so much in Europe and is basically a travel god. He'll have an amazing experience on his World Tour.
Now Pappy and I begin our harrowing 3.5 hour ride over the Albanian Balkans. These people don't have highways, but passing other vehicles with oncoming cars in sight, and no guard rails, don't seem to be a major problem here. Remember all the recent stories in the news of tour buses falling off cliffs? Well, this was that kind of road. Basically, we drove up to the top of the mountain on a windy(SP?) road. Cliffs all over the place. Then we get to the top, must've been 10,000ft. And we just stay on the top of the ridge. The road is built right about where the two sides of the mountain peak. So we're looking at drop offs on both sides.

We stopped at the top for a "bathroom" break.
The other interesting thing was these bunkers. Back the the 1960's Albania broke away from the USSR. So inorder the defend themselves, the dictator had 700,000 of these things installed. They are everywhere, I mean everywhere. Problem is, they are indestructible. In fact, they made the designer sit in one while it was shelled with tanks to prove they were good. And they were. So now they can't get rid of them and use them however they can.

So late in the afternoon Pappy and I arrived in Tirana, Albania.