Warn The Town, The Beast Is Loose

Ah man there is so much to write and it's a little overwhelming.  I'll try keep it short and sweet and only write about the things that stick out in my mind, starting with me freaking out about leaving Berat. As much as I was ready to leave, I was equally comfortable, and the thought of travelling again was freaking me out, which is weird. I think it was mainly because busses in Albania aren't the easiest to work out, and I had foolishly booked my accommodation in Bar already (and booked it for the wrong date, so had already called them up to move it), and so knew I had to make it to Bar by that evening. I don't know why I do this - everywhere I had been, even in the height of season, still had beds free, so I could have done it all on the fly, but the sensible side of me always makes sure I have a bed booked for the night. Anyways after talking to Miri at the hostel, he had said that I would need to get a bus from the hostel to Berat bus terminal, then get a bus fr