As both of us have spent some time in Bulgaria, our goal was to get through it to Turkey as quickly as possible. Ha, ha, ha. We made it to the Romania border and could see the Danube, but the bridge eluded us. No signs, no indication that another country was just yards away.
the bridge between romania and bulgaria
Getting through the check point was easy and we crossed the bridge and paid our road tax. I want my money back. The roads were shocking. I was looking forward to seeing Shipka pass because I'd heard so much about how important the battle there was between the Russians and the Turks. The road was so bad and so congested with large trucks that any interest in seeing the pass disappeared.
luckily, we can read cyrillic
We got lucky and found a camp site at Ruse and drove hard all the next day to the border with Turkey. That crossing took 3.5 hours. That's not an exaggeration. Good-bye Bulgaria.
Walt Whitman's poem "A Noiseless Patient Spider" is the inspiration for the title of this blog, which is an attempt to remain connected to the people who have been part of my life.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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