The chicken is alive! And this way we could leave the country peaceably. My first atrocity was when 3 mongrels were chasing me over the Bulgarian border. Béla thought I did a nice run. We were heading to Burgas, but it wasn't that easy, because Bulgaria is not so open to hitchhikers - that was at least what we thought. And what we also thought was, that this country isn't really interesting and that we want to pass through it pretty fast, going to Turkey. But we were so wrong!
Michaela proved us the opposite, who had us as her first CouchSurfing guests. She took her role very seriously :) We got a whole apartment, which was designed by her mom (an interior designer). So we took advantage of that and cooked lots of Bulgarian and Hungarian meals:
You can see David's professional moves on this picture. The first dough's preparation was successful already and because of his routine he could just look away really often and gaze at the things around him.
We got an invitation to a salsa club that night. The sports clothes I got from Mountex (the Hungarian outdoor company which supported us) weren't ideal for the place, but despite that everybody was friendly with us and tought us some moves. A few girls from Burgas showed us some awesome dances, which were more Cuban than Burgas style :)
The next morning Michaela took us to the beach for joga and we did some breathing exercises. We got so excited about this that from now on we would like to start our days this healthy...
Then we hopped on the bus and drove away. A little peninsula next to Nesebar, just a few kilometers from Burgas. There are lots of things on offer for the tourists at that place. You can feel the Mediterranean atmosphere more and more and it is surely not a surprise when you have to run over the whole peninsula, away from a local old lady selling bracelets... And when you just have the feeling, after 5 km, that you got away successfully and you get a little satisfied smile on your face, she appears again. Yes, there are also ruins we climbed on :)
After three days we headed to the direction of Istanbul. We randomly chose the most neglected border crossing from three possibilities and after three hours of walking through the woods we stopped a minivan that came across and went on towards Asia.
(translated by Naomi Lenart - thank you! :)
