Bringing the hay home
A couple of hundreds of kms and we are back in Sofia, about to leave in the bus to Plovdiv, the second city of Bulgaria. In fact, we were driving past Plovdiv three hours ago but had to drive back to Sofia to drop the car off. We were met by a very friendly lady and without any discussion at al, gave us our deposit back in cash. What a difference to, say, Eritrea where we argued for almost an hour about a liter of petrol, or Albania, where we had a long discussion about a piece of loose plastic which had fallen off.
We had a look at the train to Plovdiv but it was due to take over four hours, more than double the bus and would mean us getting to Plovdiv late and we don't have a hotel booked yet.
Very impressed with the beauty of the countryside we have passed through the last few days, especially that around Gotse Dulchevo and Dospat. Peasants working in the fields, the men with long scythes and the women raking it up, the dried hay being packed on carts, to be ppulled back to the farmhouse.by a much loved and well fed pony. Not to mention that the fields have never seen a squirt of pesticide or fertiliser and are full of a myriad of colourful wild flowers, giving succour to armies of butterflies, beed and grasshoppers, which in turn provide food to the many species of birds.