Bulgarija

At the border we had we had the same problem like at the most borders, they wanted to send us to the trucklane, though there was a discussion about motorhomes and how they have to appear, at least they didn’t want to see our passports and wished us a nice trip.

Everywhere we could see the poverity of the peoble, the cars were elder than in Romania the houses were pour, but compared to their neighbours the villages and and the roadsides are clean and the fruitstands are looking neat. Our friend Erhard means that’s why the people are poor and can not afford threw things away, but I don’t believe that’s the only reason. We rest for two days at a nice lake in the northern mountains, which was really a pleasure after the days in the overcrowded and from tourists pested Constanta.

Near Asenovgrad we went into the southern mountains. The people there are different, you can see a lot of mosques, unfortunately this region isn’t so clean than the north, but there’s still less garbage beside the road than in Romania.

At the end we find, Bulgarjia is a nice and friendly little State.