A big part of traveling is dealing with prejudices against people, places and countries. As for Bulgaria I was warned by almost everybody to not go there. One guy from Turkey told me he won’t even stop to get gas there. I was just about to tell everybody how wrong they are… but let’s have some communism first.
My original plan was to pass through Bulgaria just to transit to Turkey and proceed further east. I learned now that plans are generally overrated and so my journey back west started. To Plovdiv, and then south east again. I wasn’t prepared for the surprises Bulgaria had to offer, not all of them positive unfortunately. Continue reading
When I was at the beginning of my journey through Romania, I was recommended to stay in Vama Veche. This is a really nice Hippie, chill and enjoy – beach, I was told. This used to be a really nice Hippie, chill and enjoy – beach, I was told later… there is only one way to find out the truth.
Seeing the Mud Volcanoes (Paclele Mari) close to Bucau was one of the things that I had planned from the really beginning of this trip. Little that I knew that at the moment that I arrived at the neighboring campground, the volcanoes where the really last thing I was caring about. Continue reading
Making it out of the back roads and arriving back to civilization, I set my mind for the next goal in Romania. I wanted to go and drive on the mountain road that was voted best road of the world by Top Gear UK, the Transfagarasan Highway. Continue reading
After I got back from the mountains and picked up a Romanian hitchhiker on my way back to town who told me a lot of things, of which I understood none I meet with Monica once more in Deva to join her for the Deva Skirt Bike. Continue reading
As I woke early after a good night of sleep on Monicas couch (First night in 37 days not in the Van, even though I had offers before) a look out of the window showed: Retezat Time! While Monica headed out for work I got into the car and drove back down for my two day hike. Continue reading