God knows where (Bul) to Somewhere further Southeast (Bul)
I really am cycling blind at this point. I’m just following my compass southeast until I either pick up my GPS route or hit the Black Sea.
Bulgaria seems much the same as Southern Romania inasmuch as the people in every village I pass through cease what they are doing and are transfixed on me as I pass through or stop in their village. I rather suspect that cycling tourists are a rarity in these parts to put it mildly
After suffering from a severe gastric bug for six days where I was left with diarrhoea and constantly vomiting in temperatures in the mid to high 30’s and despite consuming at least four and a half litres of water a day as well as two litres of fruit juice and assorted soft drinks and tea, I didn’t actually manage to urinate for three days (days 2, 3 & 4)
Despite being in this pitiful state over the course of those six days I still managed to cycle over 720km
I was quite pleased with that as it reassured me that I wasn’t quite as soft as I feared I was getting.
I think this picture really captures the state I was in