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	<title>Bamboo Odyssey &#187; Bulgaria &#124; Bamboo Odyssey</title>
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		<title>Camp cooking on tour</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Aug 2013 07:10:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Turkey&#8230;.I purchase the amount of eggs I want, usually 4 or 6 which are carefully placed in a plastic bag. (The first time we saw eggs uncartoned in Bulgaria we assumed they we pre hard boiled like those available in much of Europe- Li had an accident!) I love buying &#8230;]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Turkey&#8230;.I purchase the amount of eggs I want, usually 4 or 6 which are carefully placed in a plastic bag. (The first time we saw eggs  uncartoned in Bulgaria we assumed they we pre hard boiled like those available  in much of Europe- Li  had an accident!) I love buying one, two, whatever food we chose unpackaged, only the requirements for a day&#8230;..nothing to go rotting and forgotten in the bottom of a fridge, or now, in our case, the rack pack above our rear wheel.<br />
Tomatoes are like manna, everywhere tasting like heaven. We buy them , markets, side of the road, eat them, fresh, raw, unlimited ways to cook, eat them practically every day. There is not a lot of choice, but what is available is fresh, bursting with flavour and recently picked from the farms we pass by. Always cucumbers, onions, garlic,  green peppers and capsicum, eggplant or zucchini,  melons, apricots, peaches and sometimes parsley and dill. With yoghurt or cheese these few supplies married with carbs give us unlimited options for salads, egg dishes, stews, sauces, fryups. We rarely prepare the same thing twice and the flavours are so far glorious influenced by the countries so far traversed. We carry at least 2 types of carbs for options, bread is carried, regional and usually purchased, or gifted, hot. Cous cous, bulgur wheat, whole or cracked, pasta, rice&#8230;risotto rice.<br />
These, cooked with fresh or dry fruit, cinnamon and honey, yoghurt or even milk powder, our breakfast fuels us until midday.<br />
Fresh meat can be difficult in this heat however spicy sausages are in abundance and delicious, tinned fish and beans, turkish baked beans so much more exciting than Heinz,  our other sources of regular protein.<br />
Then of course we carry a pepper grinder&#8230;.yes other cycle tourists laugh at us. Our food bag is quite heavy&#8230;.pomegranate molasses, oil and vinegar, but to reduce weight we mix them in a single container, for salads, or skimming the oil off the top for other necessities. Chilli, honey, jam or peanut butter, pekmez (tahini and grape molasses). Nutella or its equivalent.<br />
Life would be easier, the hills at least, without such a varied pantry but cooking, eating is not just essential but has become a pleasure, an important part of travel, cycling, enhancing our days. And each purchase an other encounter&#8230;.and we laugh at the cycle tourists, fast, light,  eating stale bread for supper. </p>
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		<title>Queen of rivers</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 10 Aug 2013 09:12:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jules]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[30th July 2013 &#8211; Bulgaria While roughly planning a route from London to Australia we decided to follow the majestic Danube from it&#8217;s source in Donaueschingen, Germany, all the way to The Delta and Black Sea. There exists what is called the Danube Bike trail, the Euro velo 6, Danube &#8230;]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>30th July 2013 &#8211; Bulgaria</p>
<p>While roughly planning a route from London to Australia we decided to follow the majestic Danube from it&#8217;s source in Donaueschingen, Germany, all the way to  The Delta and Black Sea.  There exists what is called the Danube Bike trail, the Euro velo 6, Danube Radweg, a documented and mostly sign posted route taking generally quieter roads, sometimes the only roads, off road tracks, dikes, all close to the Danube, Donau, Dunaj, Dunărea, Donava, Duna, Дунав, Dunav, Дунáй, Dunay. Her name changes slightly upon entering another country.<br />
From Bulgaria we are no longer taking this route all the way to the Black Sea. We have not always stuck to the route, deviating just a few kilometres to hundreds of kilometres when it took our fancy&#8230;..or&#8230; as in Hungary, and then opting out of the Croatian section, due to flooding which forced us to search for higher ground. Even when we briefly rejoined the river, water from numerous countries was following, swallowing what was left of our trail in Southern Hungary. The locals, their own homes and corps threatened to be consumed within hours, ensured we found a safe path onwards.<br />
Initially The Euro velo 6 was an invitation to gently enter our odyssey, not too much planning, no so many hills, a well worn path to find our selves, a warm up to what we envisaged would become difficult riding and navigation beyond Europe.<br />
So we arrived in Donaueschingen&#8230;..to discover what looked like a large well, the source, the spring, that was not approachable as the concrete finery was hidden by scaffold. From here what was to become the Queen of rivers, gently flowed up and eastward&#8230;.. at that point&#8230;. to me, a small meandering trickle, soon a stream.<br />
Within a days ride she was a small river, slowly increasing in width, flow, a few more days and she was racing, swelling, actually bursting banks, not able to hold the rain that was often daily. By the time we were in Budapest the previous path we had ridden along the Danube was closed, underwater. We had left London just in time.<br />
But she holds a lot of water, moves a lot of water and with each days ride she was more awesome, breath taking. In places she is more like a lake than a river, in places, damned, weirs and massive, massive hydro power stations, flat, slowed and industrial, forests, national parks, UNESCO sites,  cutting out gorges, sometimes furious, queen. She is truly majestic.<br />
We missed out upon a major part of the Euro velo 6 from near Passau to Vienna when we chose to cycle into the Czech Republic. Documented as the most popular and well worn path by cycle tourists of the 4 sections (Donaueschingen to Passau &#8211; Passau to Vienna- Vienna to Budspest- Budapest to The Delta) the first section had become increasingly busy as we neared the German Austrian border with us often seeing the same people for days at a time. When we rejoined the trail a days ride before Vienna we were shocked as the route became a virtual highway of cyclists, some loaded for the long haul, credit card tourers and the group tour and day trippers.<br />
Apart from meeting a couple we had already met in Germany we saw no other cycle tourists in Hungary and no more until 2 solo men tourists on the same day in Romania.<br />
Sign posting of the route was satisfactory, sometimes excellent,  sometimes vandalised, ill thought out or confusing due to name changes, but satisfactory to navigate without maps or without requiring the 4 heavy bike trail booklets. Sign posting  became non existent in Romania and Bulgaria and we had prepared with the final booklet.<br />
Our second day in Bulgaria I felt emotional leaving the Queen as she less and less frequently dipped out of view as we proceeded south east.  We were ready to leave her, no longer following a well worn path, in full, proceed towards our own journey, own route, own stories. Thankful to the Queen of rivers that we learnt, experienced, strayed, and grew&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Bulgaria</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Jul 2013 11:21:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jules]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We were chased by dogs to the Romanian checkpoint, then with a trouble free wave we were through and onto the ferry. Zimnicea is the border crossing with Bulgaria that is generally used by trucks. There was one truck, one car, 2 foot passengers and us, being 2 bicycles, I &#8230;]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We were chased by dogs to the Romanian checkpoint, then with a trouble free wave we were through and onto the ferry. Zimnicea is the border crossing with Bulgaria that is generally used by trucks. There was one truck, one car, 2 foot passengers and us, being 2 bicycles, I considered us the majority. The truck driver warned us about people in Bulgaria, warned us about the hills, warned us about Iran and informed us of the hospitality of Turkey, where he was from.<br />
45 minutes later we were on the other side, quick check of the passports before negotiating the 2 backwards speeding forklifts and over head crane scooping up dust all around us. I could not actually see anything being moved from point a to b just a chaotic, fast moving hazard in our gateway to Bulgaria, and more alarming than the dogs.<br />
Country number 10 and our last in Europe we decided to get a cheap hotel, get some Bulgarian lev, wifi and find our bearings. This has generally been our routine in new countries since the Euro is no longer the currency. Li had found a reasonably good priced hotel, but without a map and no Bulgarian language proved difficult in the hilly town. Not so difficult as despite the language barrier people were very helpful and 45 minutes later we were unloaded and sitting down to some Bulgarian cuisine. Moussaka and a baked dish of chicken, fresh herbs and flavoursome potatoes cooked in the juices. Then the owner and his daughters brought us home made, freshly caught fish cakes and custard, fruit filled tarts, just because we &#8220;should try&#8221;.<br />
This was not the only gift of food we received in Bulgaria. The next day on the road stopping for pastries and beer and refuge from the sun, some people having a meal in memory of a relative brought us a plate of delicious, small fried fish.<br />
We camped the next evening, first stumbling upon an old quarry that appeared deserted and perfect for stealth and privacy. We then noted at the back of the clearing, a man built tunnel, that appeared sound, but too clean. Not convinced someone was living there we continued our search up a hill into the forest. Rubbish everywhere&#8230;..this was to be my only dislike, sadness , for the rural Bulgarian country side, the forests, rivers and frequent fresh water fountains along the way.<br />
Finding camping spots proved easy everywhere before the Black Sea coast, with the scenery often breathtaking&#8230;..breathtaking but not like cycling a bicycle up the continuous hills.<br />
Sunny Beach was a culture shock to us, high rises, resorts and bars that we had to negotiate before glimpsing the sea.<br />
Then Burgas, with heavier traffic, hazardous road works, no need to cordon off gaping holes that sprang out of no where, at least there was road works for Bulgarian roads to me, are the worst to date.<br />
There were potholes like giant bites out of the side of some roads, almost a foot deep. pot holes and crazing of the bitumen, sand and gravel washed into bends. Then there were the perfect looking roads that I called &#8220;fly paper&#8221;, sticky to catch a cyclist so that despite no head wind, we had to pedal with all our might. On steep descents we could easily come to a stand still, no rolling, no blessing of gravity.<br />
The truck driver was right about the hills, but the people, we had no problems, only help and generosity.</p>
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		<title>London, UK to the Black Sea- Sunny Beach, Bulgaria</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2013 04:51:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Jules]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We did it&#8230;..as the sea came into view&#8230;.oh, not again .I am crying&#8230;. again&#8230;&#8230;have we really done it? I am calling out&#8230;.I can see the sea&#8230;.i can see the sea. Li doesn&#8217;t hear me&#8230;.she is racing the last leg. The first real hurdle is now complete. I remember day 1, &#8230;]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We did it&#8230;..as the sea came into view&#8230;.oh, not again .I am crying&#8230;. again&#8230;&#8230;have we really done it? I am calling out&#8230;.I can see the sea&#8230;.i can see the sea. Li doesn&#8217;t hear me&#8230;.she is racing the last leg.<br />
The first real hurdle is now complete. I remember day 1, wondering wether we would even make the UK coast. Then, would we make it to Paris&#8230;.Champagne&#8230; Germany?&#8230;the crest of the next bloody hill, each day, sometimes each moment, a new challenge, with the span of Europe, our journey to the Black Sea, a thought almost as daunting to me as the cycle to Australia. I never considered myself a cyclist, I&#8217;ve been a slow developer with a slowly growing passion for the bicycle.<br />
The Black Sea, like our future destinations, was a shadowy goal rather large for my initial lack of fitness and queries as to my will power. Not just will power, would i enjoy myself, and if i didn&#8217;t, would i go home? It was enjoyable. This is stage one. Done! Yes we still have a few days ride, to Turkey, Asia, over the mountains until we say our goodbyes to Europe but we have swam in the Black Sea and it feels.,&#8230;done!<br />
I am rather pleased with myself&#8230;..pleased with Li&#8230;.our journey, but also my own journey as Li lives her own. If Li were not so busy navigating so she could spend more time writing, I know her observations, challenges, ups and downs would be significantly different to my own. Some days i am sure i am her challenge&#8230;.And I need to thank Li. If not for her, the past 3 months adventure, would not be the story it has become. The landscapes, the people, the animals, day and night, the effort&#8230;..It has been fantastic, surreal, so that the occasional discomfort is just a reminder that I am awake and not still in London soon to rise from bed and make self ready for another day&#8217;s work, a days work that at this point i can not imagine.<br />
Passing slowly through 10 countries there have been stresses, times when it is too easy to take out the toll on each other, together constantly, but this is my journey&#8230;.no, this is your journey. You cycle too fast, cycle too slow. Our journey&#8230;.we have become just that little bit kinder, more gentle, more caring, motivating and I wouldn&#8217;t chose to ride any other way. Thank you Li.</p>
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