The ride form Istanbul on the main highway is fast but boring. I only stop for a very dodgy lunch in the last village before the border.
Border formalities are straight forward. The very friendly Bulgarian official hands me a USB stick at the first window and a checklist. I work my way from station to station handing in the USB stick every time. I have to wait a few minutes for the customs inspection and talk to an officer who tells me the road to Tsarevo is very bad. After the inspection and a “Welcome to Europe” I’m on my way.
Turns out the road is really not that bad, has no traffic at all, nice turns and views. For some reason I seem to have lost most of the pictures though. This is the only one I have.
I get a cheap but very nice beach view room and go for a dip in the black sea.
A little beach side shop sells the essentials like ice cream and the biggest and cheapest plastic beer bottles I have ever seen. There are lots of Russians around and I’m glad to notice that I still understand some Russian.
