Entering Ruse, Bulgaria
The first thing I noticed after entering Ruse, Bulgaria was calling home reminder.
The first thing I noticed after entering Ruse, Bulgaria was calling home reminder.
On Oryahovo ferry port in Bulgaria. Romania is only 0.5 km across the river. Maya on the ferry
We talked about various things despite sharing no common spoken language. I will never forget how softly this man spoke the word Dobre (meaning OK) with a slight nod of his head. Harlets, Bulgaria
What is freedom? Freedom is throwing stones in the river after the sunset and watching the ripples let go. What is freedom? Freedom is enjoying aloneness and drinking the last sip of warm water left in the bottle after a ride of 130km in the scorching sun.
This is the internet cafe in Vidin, Bulgaria where I was using internet after having lost my Macbook’s power adapter.
No matter how much water I drink during the ride I’m always feeling thirsty. On the way to Oryahovo, Bulgaria I saw a pile of watermelons along the road and my hands immediately pulled the brakes without any involvement of the brain. I ate one full watermelon and had an interesting interaction with the Varia, … Read more
This is where I am sitting right now. The lights in the background is the port for ferries leaving to/from Romania.