Pasardzik-Haskovo 120kms

There are some days on a long trek where the only positive thing you can say is… least it got me a day closer to my goal….
Yes, it has been one of those days (in stark contrast to yesterday). What can I say about it? Well, it was 120kms of featureless, busy highway, where the majority of the vehicles were heavy trucks heading for Turkey. To add insult to injury, I had wished the BBC weather app had got it all wrong…..but no, it was spot on. It rained heavily for 80kms, so the conditions were as bad as I can ever remember them, on any trek. The town of Haskovo couldn’t come too soon.
But as I rushed to skulk in a McD’s, I grabbed this quick picture for your education


…now you know how to spell the name of the global burger-maker in Bulgarian……well, not really true Bulgarian, which would be written in Cyrillic.
Talking of which, the Bulgarians are much less forgiving (than the Serbians, for example) about us westerners understanding their language. Very little of their signage and instructions etc. are rendered in the Roman alphabet. I’ve carefully studied my Cyrillic crib sheet, time and time again, but I couldn’t pass a test in it.


Anyway, in 24 hours time, I’ll be struggling equally with a completely different language….and no, I don’t have a crib sheet….
In Sofia, when I was chatting with a couple of Turkish lads in the Mosque,


the one that had some knowledge of English kept keying words into Google Translate on his phone. When he asked what I did for a living, I told him I was retired, but he didn’t understand….so he handed me his phone to key in the word ‘retired’. When he finally understood, he looked at me and scratched his head, saying something in Turkish to his friend. They were both student engineers studying in Sofia, but since neither had a knowledge of Bulgarian, I kind of wonder how they managed.

Using my tent has become an exception these last few days.


Both Serbia and Bulgaria simply don’t have a camping culture. I was told by Atenas, a Bulgarian, that it’s an inheritance from their communist past. But I loved the comment made by an Aussie back in Austria. He and his wife were riding two weeks of the Danube, and when I asked if they were camping, he looked at me shocked, and said: “look my wife thinks that ‘camping’ is moving down from 5 star to 4 star!” I said to her: “you need your fluffy towels at the end of the day, then?”.
She nodded at me sheepishly…..

About Frank Burns

My journeys around the world are less about riding a bicycle, and more about what happens when I get off the bicycle. Click on the Personal Link below to visit my webpages.

Posted on June 4, 2014, in Kimbolton to Istanbul 4000kms: a crusader's route and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Gemma at Motivation

    I hope the weather gets better for you soon Frank – nearly there!!


  2. Thanks Gemma…..after a bad day, there’s always a better one to look forward to. Today has started very well…


  3. Keen to hear your experiences of Turkey. I’ve often idly thought about a tour around the seven churches mentioned in Revelation. I’ve been in Turkey as a tourist and loved the geology, the food and got on well with the people. Much nicer than my experience in Greece. So I’m keen to hear about the road surface and how well the car / truck drivers treat cyclists amongst other things.


  4. Well my first 20kms have been a tonic since leaving behind E. European countries. The last two weeks have been a trial of endurance some days.
    But what a cultural difference crossing the border….two completely different worlds.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: