Home from Berat

The trip back was nearly as hot, but at least I had my camera ready. I got some pictures of the hammock-sized plots of corn every quarter mile or so.

While I was buying an outdoor bed and a deck umbrella with Mrs. C-B, Maura got a great picture of an enterprising dude with about 157 5-gallon plastic water battles secured, strapped, or stuck to his bike.

We also encountered 19 wedding processions with honking horns, streamers on the hoods and cameraman hanging out the window.