It became a tradition to cycling on Todorovden, and the route again had to Balsha.
I went through Nadejda and after the bridge of Lomsko shose I turned to Mramor. Been a while since I passed by here and I had reserved for the Northern tangent. But it turned out that a small nice bridge quickly pass over Ring road and quickly came Mramor. As for the feast everywhere there were stalls and talk a little later by going to celebrate confirmed – today horse racing were in Mramor. But to watch them, I had to wait an hour or two. I chose to ride on and continued to Dobroslavtsi (Shooting monastery directional).
In Balsha visited for a photo old church, but the fence around her were locked, in the current church had a service, and on the lawn two uncles keep the fire under biggest pot of kurban. I went down to the cafe in the center and drank coffee in the garden and surrounding trees proved to be full of colorful songbirds.
I went to the quarry and Dragovishtitsa and here I wondered which way. It was too early to go home. I missed the race in Mramor to Shiyakovskiyat monastery does not want to go… I chose to go to Gradec and Belidie Han. Road as for public holiday was pretty busy. However, it was quiet ride, only a little disturbing was the turn with a sign for concentration accident shortly after Gradec. Unfortunately for Belidie Han if you want to sit down and rest should go down to the hut Lyulyaka. And this narrow, bad and crooked way does not want to ride. So I went down on the wonderful way to Bogyovtsi and from there continued to Opitsvet. Only once I have found the secret unused road between Bogyovtsi and Bezden. Someday I will go and hang plates.
From fork to Opitsvet I went back through Petarch and Kostinbrod. As I ride to Petarch, breh once white strange pile, breh second and on third stopped.
Shells of crayfish … Hundreds in each pile. Somehow I am convinced that crayfish shall be protected for hunting in such quantities and still piles along the way.
In Petarch finally I sat down to drink a beer, and fellow cyclists passing in both directions.
From Kostinbrod turn left through Voluyak and went on Bojurishte road at a motel Yubim. I cursed the new roundabout with a bridge on the ring, which is impossible for cyclists and chose to push on walkways and went into the Lyulin…
I open the season with 65 km lazy, but my ass hurt forgotten the shape of seat…