PISS 2000: Bulgaria - Day Eight
- Last day in the boonies
Awoke after a fitful sleep in a bed full of gravel and huge insects with excessive legs and feelers. Steve had had company all night in the form of a Bulgarian Pip, so was a happy man. Andy had unfortunately reached the end of his smeg-cake tolerance and was forced to eat only yesterdays stale bread and yummy strawberry jam.
Tzvetans mate from his days spent crofting on the Black Sea coast eventually arrived, so we left the village with no pub or street lighting for a local gorge known only to locals and anyone with a bit of spare broken glass.
Vanski got to perform a final bit of off-road driving down to the entrance of yet another cave used by the Bulgarian military to hide emergency spunk cake rations in the event of a nuclear holocaust.
The cave was absolutely full of bats and we found a couple of large clusters of squeaking, stinking bats. They weren't best pleased at being disturbed, so flittered away to another dark corner. Tzvetan said the cave went for 3km and was full of mud, so I was extremely relieved to find a huge iron gate blocking the passage ahead.
Exit to a superb gorge and warm sunshine. Andy and I got a bit excited and headed downstream into the jaws of the gorge, but the others, being sensible chaps, took the path around the edge of the 20ft waterfall we had yet to spot !
Some amazing rickety bridges criss-crossed the gorge, so they were duly crossed and the dramatic setting absorbed and appreciated by all. The gorge ended in a 10m drop into a deep green pool which Andy was keen to dip his foetid pits. I was less keen as you could walk on the scum on the surface and the entire frog population of Bulgaria had chosen to curl up and die in it as well. Snapped off a few pictures of the gorge and the view, stunning !
Back at the bus, we endured a 5hr drive back to Sofia only punctuated by a stop for donkey-spunk and Steve purchasing tasteless Bulgarian plates for his wife. These were fit only for chucking about the hotel room in Sofia and smashing over Simon Webbs head. We laughed so much it hurt, only Steve didn't…….
Planned to go to bed early after a meal in an Indonesian restaurant during which Kiril forgot to order a main course, and a starter, or any sundries….. Madness. Afterwards he took us to the Odessia-not shop where Andy and Simon got very excited at all the cheap shiny kit, until they realised it was all fake/Russian/Czech/not that cheap really. Still, to ensure we didn't leave Bulgaria without some keepsake, we all bought an ice-screw, made from Russian MIG fighter jet wings. A snip at five dollars ! (Ed- Only T3 has been brave enough to use it on a climb so far).