Two nights is all I spent in Bulgaria. One in Burgas on the Black Sea.
The other one in Ruse at the Romanian border. Bulgaria is really
beautiful. Why did I race through it so fast then?
The weather! I thought my ride to Burgas was already a ride in bad
weather. But the next day I got up to quite heavy rain. And a dark grey
sky all around. It was so depressing - I was so close to a beautiful
Black Sea beach, a beautiful town full of beautiful girls (top marks for
Bulgaria here). But I couldn't move three steps out of the hotel
without getting soaked. Most frustratingly the lady at the reception
confirmed the weather forecast: no change in conditions for the rest of
the week. Too long to sit and wait it out. Waiting is no longer one of
my strength. So at first chance, when the sky cleared up just that
little bit and the rain stopped for a moment, I packed up and happily
took off. Considering the weather forecast my route headed straight
towards the Romanian border. The weather up North is apparently much
It didn't take long, just a few minutes out of Burgas and the rain resumed. And never stopped again that day.
I was riding through deep green landscapes. Everything looked fresh and
alive. But the sky was grey. Mist covered everything. The road was wet.
And so was I. Wet through all my rain gear. Water just penetrated
through any tiny openings, flowing down my neck. Being pushed up my
sleeves from my wrists. The road was full of water, you couldn't make
out the potholes any more. One or two hours into the ride I felt just
miserable and cold. Sorry Bulgaria, but I had to get out of this. As
quickly as possible. So I rode all the way to the Romanian border. With
only one stop along the way. To have a coffee and some sweet bisquits to
recharge my energy. The poor girl in the coffee shop literally had to
mop after me, every step I made left behind a puddle on the floor. But
she was a nice girl and didn't complain. With that smile on her face
that said "poor guy, how did you end up in this misery" she served me
coffee. Then bisquits. Then another hot tea. That moment I really loved
that girl for saving my life and I'm sure her coffee was all that stood
between me and Hypothermia. Unfortunately language put a huge barrier
What I saw of Bulgaria through the grey mist and my wet visor was indeed
beautiful. Rural Bulgaria seems to be abandoned, there are ruined
houses, potholed streets and almost no people. So nature took over. In
bigger towns though it's a different picture. There are shops.
Restaurants. Petrol stations. Banks. People. It is clean. Although
everything appears a bit old school. But you can travel along very
efficiently. No hassle, clean transactions. No conversations. No
invitations for tea. Reasons for this in my opinion is really just the
language. It is hard to find anyone speaking at least broken English.
And I do not speak any Bulgarian. That surely doesn't help conversation.
So tomorrow I will cross the mighty Danube river into Romania, heading
North till I find the sunshine as promised by the weather forecast.
Cross fingers the forecast is right.
01/06/2012 Bulgaria pics
First pic in Bulgaria, straight after the border crossing from Turkey.
The landscape here is flat, green and empty. The sky is grey. It should
become a typical picture for most of my ride in this country.
The bigger towns are less empty. But feel a few years back in time.
Statues are all over the towns.
Bulgarians really love their statues.
And I love their electric overhead cable buses.