While Albania may have gone from a virtually unknown land to a well-established stop on the Balkan backpacker trail in barely a decade, its interior remains little known. But a popular three-day round trip that combines a spectacular ferry ride and a fantastic day hike between two remote mountain hamlets has put northern Albania’s mysterious highlands on the map.
The minibus hurtles out of Shkodra shortly after dawn, carrying an incongruous crew of locals laden with bags full of purchases and backpackers keeping their luggage to a very necessary minimum, all heading together for the Koman Ferry. To call the boats that leave the makeshift dock each morning ‘ferries’ might be rather overstating the case, though. The two distinctly flimsy craft that conduct people through the mountains along the vast man-made Lake Koman – a 1970s electrification pet project of Albania’s former dictator Enver Hoxha – barely look seaworthy. What they do offer, however, are spectacular views of the craggy limestone gorges and thickly forested mountains, as well as a fascinating glimpse into the lives of the hardy people who call them home. It’s immediately apparent from their size and impenetrability why the Albanian Alps are more commonly known to locals as Bjeshkët e Namuna, or ‘the Accursed Mountains’.
Of the two ferries that run the route, the Dragobia has been plying these waters for years, while the newer and far more tourist-oriented Annikais a recent addition. A local entrepreneur saw the tourist potential of the ferry route, which until a few years ago was just a lifeline connecting those living in these remote highlands to the rest of the country. Rather ironically, the Albanians tend to go for the newer, more comfortable boat, while most backpackers opt for the more basic choice, perhaps in pursuit of the authentic lake-crossing experience. Authentic it certainly is – the boat stops at the most unlikely spots along the lake to pick up or let off residents who appear almost magically from the thick undergrowth as the ferry pulls up.
Very few houses are visible, and most who get off have long walks to their isolated farms ahead of them as the boat continues its methodical journey from point to point through the Tolkeinesque gorges. So remote is it here that it’s one of the few places in Albania not covered by the country’s now iconic bunkers (their construction became an obsession for the communist government, convinced that invasion was always imminent). It is, by any reckoning, one of the most impressive boat trips in Europe, and at €5 a ticket, it’s an incredible bargain still.
The journey through to the small port town of Fierzë takes three hours, during which the shy locals smoke and watch with evident pride as backpackers wander the narrow prow of the boat taking photographs. On arrival more minibuses – the workhorse of Albania – are there to convey us to Valbona, which is reached via a succession of twisting, unsurfaced roads that run alongside rushing mountain rivers.
Nearly everyone gets off at the Rilindja Hotel, home to backpacker legend Catherine. An American who has made the mountains her home, Catherine is a voluble one-person tourist information service for Valbona, and travellers wait patiently for her to dispense hiking advice from the tables of the hotel’s restaurant. The friendly lodge she runs also tends to be first choice for hikers overnighting here before heading over the mountains towards Theth.
The walk to Theth is an absolutely gorgeous day hike, which takes you through a wide valley, and up a steep ascent to the Valbona Pass(1759m) before a descent through thick forest into the Theth Valley. The views throughout are spectacular, and there are even a couple of small cafes en route, where you can stop for cold drinks in the sun and to enjoy your packed lunch.
Arrival in Theth is a relief from the midday summer heat. Unlike more recently developed Valbona, this settlement is clearly ancient, with dozens of fine Ottoman-era homes dotting its spectacular setting: the wild Theth River running through it and a prominent stone church at its entrance. Village children greet walkers emerging from the mountainside and try to cajole them into coming to stay at their houses. There’s no denying it: development is coming, with now over a dozen homestay options.
We end up in the traditional stone house of the Koçeku family, who also happen to own Theth’s most interesting building, the lock-in tower. This is where poor souls next in line to be killed in a blood feud were able to take refuge back in the dark days of the kanun (the Albanian mountain code that governed rural lives until communism arrived in the country after WWII). Nobody in the family speaks English, but the welcome is warm, with an onsite kitten, thick blankets in the bedrooms and communal meals taken outside with an astonishing amphitheatre of mountains all around.
So far, so traditional – until at around 7pm the loudest Europop imaginable starts up next door, and the blissful quiet of this mountain village is shattered. Tonight being Saturday, we learn, it’s the weekly village disco, and there is literally no escape. Luckily for us, since this is a remote Albanian mountain hamlet, the music is turned off at 10pm and Theth returns to its habitual silence.