Belsh – The Forgotten Lakes of Central Albania
Few travelers go to Belsh. And that’s exactly why we did.
The landscape undulates softly, like a sigh. Dozens of lakes — each with its own curve and color — scattered across fertile hills. The road weaves gently between them, perfect for meditative riding.
We stopped beside Lake Seferan, where a fisherman sat cross-legged, smoking in silence. “Each lake has its own name,” he said, “and its own mood.”
In the village center, boys rode bikes in lazy circles while the café filled with laughter and domino games. A woman brought us peaches and cold water, and when we asked to pay, she only smiled.
These are the moments we ride for — unexpected kindness, unspoiled views, roads that seem to speak only to you.
If you ever want to escape noise and find your breath again, come ride the lake roads of Belsh.
