Riding my fully loaded bike again felt like a reunion with a missed friend. The first few days after leaving Sofia were lonely, but it hardly mattered as it was so liberating to be on the open road in this mountainous landscape, heading towards an unknown destination. On the second day the only two people I spoke to were a drunk old man in Pirdop and a surly village shopkeeper. 8230; and up close. One of the places I real.

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