52km

The rains subsided and it was time to pack up our home on the river bank and push our bikes through the sticky red mud back to SH3 towards Macedonia. As with most of our other border crossings, the checkpoints sat on top of a high ridge making for a long cold climb up the bunker speckled mountain side. These small stoic fortifications sunk into the earth reveling only the timid opening where at some point some timid man probably stood guard waiting for Milosevich himself to march down the road.

Take notice of the bunkers behind us

Przekraczamy granice Macedoni

We crossed the border and headed towards Lake Ohrid to look for a campsite. The sun was set when we found the abandoned apple orchard we would call home for the night.