Today has been a deserved rest in the Bulgarian city of Ruse. A pleasant place with an Austrian influence in its architecture. Its actually called little Vienna but the more austere Communist era buildings have their influence too. Like most cities, outside of the touristy centre its a mess (in my eyes anyway).
The previous two days were pushing into a fresh to strong headwind with long stretches over the plain interrupted by similar looking poor villages with their wells and horse drawn carts....Ruse feels a little incongruous given the poverty of the villages surrounding it!
Chased by two sets of dogs, hackles up and teeth bared...on both occasions I jumped of the bike looked as big as I could and growled back twice as ferociously....seemed to frighten the life out of the dogs who turned tail and ran :-)
Puncture. Even our excellent Marathon Supremes couldn't withstand the Romanian thorn assault. I was in the no mans land between Romania and Bulgaria and the front went flat....it resembled a cocktail orange with over 30 thorns firmly embedded!!! A border guard came to ask why we had stopped in such a strange place...then kindly helped. Believe me it took a long time to get all those out.
English thorns are for kids :-D
2 comments:
Sorry to hear about the infamous dogs...Keep growling and keep Carol safe please!
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MJ XXXX
I prefer dogs to thorns any day. They really are man's best friend whereas thorns are totally malevolent.
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