Stara Planina mountains
In the meantime...
We discovered that we cannot understand the Bulgarian signposting, food labels in the supermarket and restaurant menu's. Must get started on the “hoe en wat in het Russisch”.
We discovered that the roadside petrol station we stopped at for lunch was actually a brothel. The kitschy castle shaped “restaurant” should have been taken as a clue…After a warm welcome and a few inviting winks of the ladies to Tomek’s address, we had our lunch and Willem got a full car wash, executed by the pimp himself. Our Bulgarian highlight.