Day 37
We are in Bulgaria.
Tonight we sleep here:
A man made lake, with a water level that seems abnormally low when one looks at the shells on the ground and the marks on the dam.
It looks like the paradise of many fishermen. We've been greeted with kindness. Tonight I'll sleep all right.
For most of the day we followed the Struma river, and I tried to figure out the sound of each letter in this new alphabet when I was not driving.
The road was quite something. We went through a thick wild forest only troubled by suicidal drivers in cars too big to not wonder whether some kind of compensation motivated them in their choices. All these cars had the letters RO on the plate. We'll see how they drive in their own country.
A large blue sign with water sprouting out of a tap caught our attention. On the second one we stopped and followed the example of a local: we refilled our water bottles.
We said hello to Sofia from the highway.
We also saw weird as places like this one.
I pipped in the office: an old wood burner, an older sofa from the 70s, a TV set of the previous era (not flat), and two calendars on the wall from
2021 and 2025!
This country is quite a mystery, and will remain as such for me until I come back better prepared and with more time in my hands. And yet, this is a mystery that feels compatible with me...