Stories.
Roadside Chronicles
Capturing the small, unforgettable details—shared laughter and the magic between pedal strokes.
Voices of the Ride
Real words from fellow cyclists whose experiences bring Albania’s landscapes and culture to life.
Snapshots of Wonder
Powerful images and quick notes that preserve the beauty, spontaneity, and emotion of each journey.
Your Story Awaits
Every ride adds a new chapter—join in, ride along, and leave your mark on Albania’s cycling story.
Every ride has a story—the laughter at a roadside café, the silent awe at a mountain view, or the surprise of a village festival you didn’t expect to find. Here, I collect those little pieces of magic that make cycling in Albania more than just a ride.
Rider Voices
“Riding to the Heart of Berat”
Tirana → Belsh → Berat
There’s something magical about waking up early, rolling out of Tirana, and chasing the sunrise through the lakes of Dumre. Every turn revealed a mirror of water, quiet villages, and morning mist.
By midday, the hills opened to the stone city of Berat, shining in golden light. I parked my bike inside the castle walls, shared local wine and music with friends, and felt history whisper in every stone.
The next morning, we rode back through Krraba, breathing pine air and the silence of high roads — just the sound of wheels and freedom.
“Through the Canyon Winds”
Përmet → Osum Canyon → Përmet
A ride carved by rivers and cliffs. Leaving Përmet, the road climbed gently, wrapping around vineyards and wild hills.
Soon, the Osum Canyon opened — deep, green, endless. The wind echoed through the rocks, a sound older than time.
I stopped mid-ride, dipped my hands in the river, and thought: this is why we ride — to be small, free, and full of life.
Back in Përmet, I ended the day with local rakia and slow laughter under the stars.
“Tunnels and Wild Hills”
Murizi Loop Ride
This one started simple — a weekend loop, nothing too serious. But the road through Murizi Tunnel turned into a pure thrill: long descents, quiet forests, and curves that feel like flying.
No traffic, no rush. Just the hum of tires and the heartbeat of the hills.
At the top, I looked back — the valley stretched forever, and I thought: Albania is not just beautiful; it’s best discovered on two wheels.
Snapshots & Scribbles
“Sometimes a single picture or a few sentences tell more than a long description. These are glimpses from my rides—photos, sketches, and quick notes that remind me why I ride.”
