Long story: a fellow long-distance taxi passenger trying to prove that he had permission to be 'on leave' from his regular place of abode: prison. I was a little surprised when he jumped behind the wheel of the taxi (a black Mercedes Benz of course) soon after we left Tirana. I couldn't complain too much though as he paid for my lunch! I learnt a lot about corruption in the Albanian prison system (the pay-to-be-absent system) and heroin trafficking in the Balkans (his crime) on that trip across the rugged passes of the Dinaric Alps in Northern Albania....