We had a nasty headwind slowing our progress all day, our average speed was down at 10.7 mph, we were shattered so we had more breaks than usual. We were enjoying being able to chat to people in Romania, and were starting to feel reasonably confident in our lingistic ability when we had breakfast with a lovely old chap in a village bar, he was asking where we were planning to sleep tonight and offered us a beer, we thought he was saying that his wife had died, quite embarassing. Saw Gypsy convoys, less cheery than in children's books, a horse and cart made 2 storey with 2x2 and tarpaulin, still amazing that we were passing whole communities in a few meters of road.
Trudged on painfully slowly to the ferry crossing to Bulgaria, it took all afternoon to cross a stretch of water 200m across (we were waiting for Bulgarian teenagers on a Romanian shopping spree). We had a beer in the afternoon and remembered why we are usually so austere on the tour, legs turned to jelly after a 1/2 pint, we wobbled around something terrible for 1/2 an hour. When we finally got to Bulgaria a bored customs official decided to scan our passports, he drove 300m in his merc while we were marched along by a very friendly man with a big truncheon. This also took an age so we were glad of wedding folk band were playing just down the road. Also heard folk fiddlers practising in one of the villages we passed. I pinched dad' s I-pod to get through the last 35 miles and was glad of it, it was a real grind (still had the headwind + lots of hills). Ten mins after entering the outskirts of Sinistra we had accomodation, a beer and match of the day! so it all worked out well in the end (until we realised that Villa lost 2-0 to wigan).
kirsty
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