Crossing the border into Bulgaria caused few problems and we headed towards Sofia stumbling with the foreign road signs and hoping we would not get lost. We decided against a Guide Book of Bulgaria as we were only passing through. What a mistake. In Sofia we had considerable difficulty finding cheap accomodation let alone a campground. Most enquiries were greeted with a shrug of the shoulders and a very glum look. Eventually one was located. We believe it was a brothel. The plumbng barely functioned (the toilet did not) and it stank. Only a short stay though as we chased around for the Romanian Embassy. We tracked it down with the help of a girl staying at the Hotel who spoke a little English.

The Visas were arranged on Tuesday and we head off Wednesday to Burgas on the Black Sea coast. On arrival our attempts to find accomodation 'hit the wall' again until a local guy Martin on a DR800 offered assistance. The Hotel was full so he offered a bed at his house. Bikers hospitality at its best again. Martin is unemployed so after enjoying a day checking the local sights along with his wife he offers us a guided tour back west through the mountains below Sofia. We enjoyed three days and two nights tripping around and having a load of fun.

All good things come to an end so others can start so we part company vowing to drop in on our way back to Turkey.