After crossing several
countries and doing more than 1500 Km was really nice to re-encounter my Romanian
family (Basile, Maria, Christian, Daniela, Cata and Denis). They made me feel like home. We drank few
shots of Palinka always before each meal (as the traditions says), and some
other between the meals. Maria and Basile treated me as a son. Even my father
came to visit. In all, was an amazing time. And after all, we had to say
goodbye. And this was hard. I was already “untterwegs”, I already had the idea
of the trip in mind. But seeing my father, Michaela and Montse nervous and afraid
seeing me leave, it gave me the feeling of a new start. And I guess it was; Europe is almost done,
Caucasus will be a new world.
The day after, I
crossed the Bulgarian border, on the way (in the north of the county along the
sea side), I see many places where to wild camping. However, I could not decide
a good place. After traveling alone I just feel that stopping in between villages
looking for a hidden place is quite tedious. You have to do it before the sun
goes down, and later there are many hours of darkness with nothing to do. SO
this, made me continue until I find a nice family which hosted me. The place was
actually a really small closed camping, in which this family, the owners, were spending the weekend together. They
adopted me as one more of them, and this softened the previous family goodbye. They
made my try their Palinka, and I made them try the Palinka of my family.
Camping on this family
garden was great and gave me the opportunity to start practicing again my
Russian with the grandparents. I don’t know why, but I love this language. I
studied in total 7 different languages, but the only one I always had passion
for, was Russian. May be because the way
it sounds, may be because of the character of the Russian people, their bad
humor and the vodka . Dabai Drug, dabai Brat, dabai Tovarish!
Now, I just found a
closed bungalow area. The guard led me camp here. His name is Valentine. We
spoke also Russian. Im just 5 m from the sea and there is a small Kochka (cat) messing
around my tent. I just hear the sound of the birds and the waves while I see
how the sun disappears behind the mountains.
I luckly have some bread that the old woman gave me this morning, and homemade mermelade and a can of tuna my Romeniam grandmother gave me 2 days ago.
