Bulgaria is also a dangerous place to stop if you want to get anywhere fast. We stopped to buy a loaf of bread in a Bulgarian village and before we know it we are sitting down with the sheriff and a lady I assumed was his wife, chatting over coffee and chocolate. The chat was fairly dysfunctional as they chatted in Bulgarian and we in English but with the aid of a map and some fabulous charades on my part I think we understood each other. I did ask ask whether the role of sheriff was to catch bad guys and the lady laughed and gestured it was more about cutting ribbons.
The we I speak of is Robin and I. I decided to follow Robin as he seems to know where he’s going. We managed to ride 162.34 km on leaving Sofia which is significant because it is a fraction over 100 miles. The next day we managed half that as I had a burst tube and two slow punctures throughout the day. After 43 days with no punctures I get three in one day. The repairs were carried out with the aid of a stream and we were able to find a nice camping spot in a petrol station.
Again Bulgaria has been a friendly place with an unexpected level of generosity.