Goodbye Romania, Hello Bulgaria…Almost Camped in Brothel
We got our much appreciated police escort out of this bustling city during rush hour. Three hours later, we were at the Danube River, for the last time, and across into Bulgaria, where my passport was checked and stamped. Ruse is a river port city and appeared to be a dumpy place, dominated by rundown Soviet era apartment flats. However, I went into town to get money exchanged and found the city center is had a wonderful park and walking mall…another city in slow transition.
Today we were scheduled to camp on the grounds of a motel and restaurant about 8 km out of town. The staff said it was OK for us, but had us wait until the owner arrived after noon, before setting up. Well, the owner arrived and said this would not work out. The motel rooms had been rented to road construction crews and they were followed by prostitutes (some of which were already there). When the sun went down, the guys liked to get drunk and fight, so he didn’t want a bunch of camping bikers in the middle of it. Rats!
So off we went to a lake side park about 15 km down the road. This was bush camping, with no showers and a primitive hole in the floor toilet. I managed to find a spring and got a sponge bath, so it worked out. Another adventure.
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