A goat taught me to read the road

Third bend below the pass, blind left-hander, and a goat standing exactly on my line. I got away with it because I was already riding as if something would be there.

That is the whole technique for Albania. Not slower exactly — just always leaving yourself the width of an animal.

The herd belonged to a man who waved an apology and then insisted I drink coffee with him at the top. I lost forty minutes and it was the best part of the day.