During this cycling trip down #albania ‘s coastline, locals keep gifting the greatest interactions. They don’t let me pay for my food, their curious—and beautiful. Just because I’m working on a cycling story doesn’t mean all photos should be of a cyclist and a bike. The really good stuff are the people you meet along the way—isn’t this why we travel on two wheels to begin with? @adventurecycling #cycling #biketouring
The morning after the royal Albanian wedding, I pedaled away from Gjirokaster Castle, over the foothills of southern Albania, and to a dreamy stretch of road stringing along the Ionian Sea. I love the sea to sky color palette here—how these blue tones run perfectly into each other. Met this vagabundo cyclist from England along the way. Had 5 seconds to photograph him as he blew by. This officially kicks off my assignment for @adventurecycling #travel #cycling #albania #biketouring
Have You Ever Been to a Royal Albanian Wedding?
So I walk into an Albanian bar and start hammering brandy shots with the locals. One of them speaks perfect English—and we start sharing stories. He tells me about his wedding, his perfect bride to be, and their fairytale love story.
I go to sleep that night a lonesome traveler—but with dreams of serendipity, romance, and all that is good, and pure, and electric about stumbling into my own soul mate someday. A week later, in another bar, but this time in Macedonia—a message arrives. It turns out the dude I took shots with in Albania was the Minister of the country, and I am now invited to his wedding. The next eve, I arrive to the venue in a chauffeured vehicle, dressed in a $40 Chinese outfit I’d bought on the street 20 minutes earlier. The paparazzi storm my date with questions about her designer couture as we step out of the car—I slip aside the frenzy and quietly enter into one of the most iconic castles in Europe, full of dignitaries, diplomats, aristocrats, private security detail teams—the who’s who of the Balkans. Them: clad in the finest Italian garments; me dressed in my knockoff Chinese pants. The media broadcast the event live on national TV—I drink neverending brandy shots and try to keep my camera from losing focus while dancing until near sunrise.