Malak Iskar River. Again, but not really…
In the morning it was still raining. I woke up at 7:30, but until 9.00 still waited at least a bit decrease. Again, I made spaghetti and I’m smart and clever dog, savored them with sugar that constantly carry and collect from cafes as a guide for my tourists. It
Along the river Vit. How not to fall in love with road 305?
I slept a lot. And I slept well. But the first thing I saw when I woke up, had a tick on the wrist. And while the coffee is made, I spinning the tick to pull it out. From what I know about pulling them direction and even rotation are
Along Iskar River. Selfie on the banks of the Danube and go back.
I slept a 27-8 kilometers from the banks of the Danube. When I reached the bridge over the Iskar River near the village Staroseltsi, I regretted that I had not come here to spend the night. Beautiful river, beautiful meadows. Road Knezha – Krushovene is nice. Straight, with little traffic
Along Iskar River. In the Danube plain.
Although all night in the surrounding fields howling jackals I slept well until late. Hooked saddlebags on bike when on the road began to appear people walked to gardens around. I had no water so unwashed and still sleepy headed to Tsarevets. No more than 50-100 meters from where I