IN ALBANIA 241 



Ladakh or Baltlstan are. I have drawn 

 attention to this point for the benefit of 

 those who may take an Albanian trip in 

 the future ; and will now return to my 

 subject. 



All arrangements being- made, the Olive, 

 the crack ship of the well-known VVoodley 

 fleet of yachts, cast off her moorings about 

 three o'clock one Wednesday afternoon, 

 having for passengers, H., myself, and wife. 

 Wind there was little or none, and dinner 

 was over long ere the anchor was let go in 

 the litde roadstead of Tre Scoglie— so called, 

 for no very clear reason, because there are 

 really yfz;^ islets. 



Next morning, H. and I, with Lorenzo, the 



skipper of the boat, who was also to captain 



the beaters, landed in the dinghy about nine, 



and half an hours walk brought us to our 

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