Our next stopping place was the archaeological site of
Appolonia. We visited the well-preserved amphitheatre and other
monuments there before driving through the town of Fier.
Somewhere in the environs of that town we passed a sight that
reminded me of pictures of
industry. For a few miles, we drove through a hilly area dotted
with oil derricks and nodding donkeys, which were lazily
pumping out Albania’s once much sought-after oil from beneath
the ground. We encountered the occasional tanker trucks on the
road. Eduart became most concerned when Maynard, next to
whom he sitting at the rear of the coach, declared that the trucks
“How do you know?” he asked, alarmed.
“That’s simple,” Maynard replied, grinning. “If they were
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