My little triathlon

Day #39

Monday, June 8th.

From Constanța to Kawarna

(this is the spelling with the letters available to me ... and that’s how it’s pronounced)

Country: Romania / Bulgaria

Before breakfast, I first go for a swim.

Make the most of the fact that the accommodation is right on the beach.

And I am at the damn Black Sea!

It’s warm, the sun is shining, and the water is wonderfully refreshing.

Definitely the best possible start to the day.

Afterwards, I 'walk' back.

Well, it’s at least a walk, I usually avoid jogging.

While I have my oatmeal for breakfast, I already start packing my stuff.

Then it's off to shop, the only scheduled stop for today.

I’ll let everything else come as it may.

Like the federal highway, which I follow for most of the day.

Which is also practical since my GPS is now completely out of map data.

It showed that earlier, so I ignored the warning.

This means I follow the displayed line, but other roads and paths are missing.

This is annoying, as sometimes it makes more sense to stay on the road than to follow every route suggestion.

And in a few towns or larger places, I sometimes get lost because I lack the view of which road is actually meant.

I’ll deal with that later, as otherwise, I would have to end the current route recording.

No way.

For a change, I find it somewhat easy to remember some of the place names.

They have such creative names as Venus, Jupiter, Neptune ...

However, I have to look twice when I see '23 August' signposted.

At first, I'm convinced I've misunderstood the kilometer indication, but the place is actually called that.

Later I also pass through '2 Mai' ...

These are historical dates, interesting that places are named after them.

Otherwise, the day is quite unspectacular, because federal highway, of course, long stretches straight ahead, dense foliage on the sides, and lots of traffic.

Behind me, everything closes up again, and yet I'm lucky to ride mostly in sunshine, and the few clouds in between make the ride more pleasant.

And then comes the Bulgarian border.

Yeeha.

Country number #7.

What strikes me quickly is that there are many wind turbines and intercity buses.

The cars brake more and keep their distance when overtaking. Much more pleasant for me.

In any case, most do this, and suddenly it’s also possible for those with Romanian license plates.

Moreover, there is more greenery in the form of trees. Partly in the distance, but I'm optimistic about finding a place to camp.

The villages, in my opinion, look quite similar to those in Romania.

Fewer ostentatious buildings.

Everything seems a bit simpler and more rustic.

In the evening, I have to get water at a gas station, and I find a suitable place shortly after leaving the town to disappear among the trees.

It gets dark early, and so I lie down in the hammock after dinner at an appropriate time.

Good thing, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Conclusion Romania:

A beautiful country.

Very diverse in terms of landscape, with contrasts between rich and poor, as well as in parts modern cities and simple village life.

The few contacts I had were exceptionally positive and warm, and fortunately, the saying has proven true again that barking dogs don’t bite.

If I ever get the chance to come back here, I would be very happy.

Song of the day:

Milking the Goatmachine - Seven (... A Dinner for One)