Albania, Montenegro and Kosovo, 1903 - 1913
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Albania. A dugout lashed together to transport horses across the Drin river
(Photo: Edith Durham, 1908).
“The trapa, two very rough dug-outs lashed together with withies, and propelled with the rudest
wooden ladles, was under the lee of a rocky promontory; the stream was swift and strong. Stark
naked men with inflated sheepskins bound before them, pranced about the shore, and played like
kittens. One started with our two horses, creeping out to the tip of the promontory, and then
whirling away down stream, striking out violently, yelling to the horses, steering and guiding them.
They got over safely a long way down, and it was our turn next. I said good-bye to the Padre, nor
could I thank him enough, for, as Marko truly said: “If we were the King of England he could not
have done more for us.” The crazy contraption was half full of water. We piled ourselves and the
saddles on the centre plank. Three men – one stark naked – guided the affair to the end of the
promontory; there the current caught us, whirled us round like a straw, and spun us along, the water
slopping over the gunwales. The men paddled madly; we sloped across the stream, and cannoned
against a lot of boulders – two of the crew leapt out, hung on to a rope that was a long, dried trail
of vine, swam in with it, hauled–the trapa swung round, grounded in a shallow, and we scrambled
ashore.” (Edith Durham, High Albania, 1909).