The old lady was right. After a wait of half-an-hour or so, a van showed up. It took us to the Albania-Macedonia border. In that van I met Florenc Plaka, a young man who had lived in the US for many years and was now back with his parents--his father was the driver of the van. Amazing how times have changed! I have always met interesting people in my travels--most of the time I would lose them forever. But now it is different. Florence is on my FB.
[This picture shows Florenc dad's van that left us at the border.]