After we’ve slowed to a sleepy river pace, Tini points out some of the local fauna rusting in the surrounding trees: Small wading plovers, a majestic heron and a snatch of shimmering sapphire as a kingfisher flits away. A bird of prey wheels through the air high above us and I squint against the sunlight, trying to identify it.
“We have four pairs of Egyptian vultures we monitor in the national park,” he says. “For decades, they didn’t come back to Albania, but now they fly 8,000 kilometers [4,970 miles] from South Africa, lay eggs, and fly away again. Nature is returning.”
We plop into the milky-green water one by one and bob about in life jackets, letting the current pull us alongside the raft without any effort, listening to the rustle and pip of birdlife in the trees. Nature is returning. Clambering back into the raft, we hit the final stretch of rapids and we paddle against the wild current until my arms ache.