Unable to leave Montana without you about our encounter with Flipper transdimensional Server. We get up and being ready, go down to breakfast, included in the price. A guy a good sixty years comes to the table to show us the menu in the morning and go for the solo Flipper Server: "Mategledet pledogletapoltov kuglovski tchuchki bistoufly Grut flakeublak tizuski bistouket OMLET flumach quiputz dazuglaski ... "The guy was speaking in Bulgarian ultrasound. I do not know how Tom has understood" omelette ", so we took two omelets, to simplify life. Then we ordered a hot chocolate and an iced coffee . pinball second spin, we did bring 2 chocos & 2 coffees, it took more pay. Flipper Thanks and see you soon for new adventures, we take the bikes and plot.
25 km long not too steep climbs and short descents, it was the premise of the big climb. It heats up well, one last break and you attack the coca chunk: a coastline of 22km a climb of at least 1000, charged and with a blazing sun above our heads. Indeed they announced between 39 ° and 42 ° c in the region.
We agree with Thomas to tell you, "the trick is the hardest that we have made our lives".
The coast was steep, especially without respite and endless, not a moment of respite: 2H30 non stop effort! HARD CORE! To be honest we stopped 2 times to drink, never leave it too long because HARD CORE!
course to complete the picture, do not forget the cars and trucks that do not always have the distance necessary to avoid us. Arriving at the top
14h : What a relief! Beady uttered a cry of egg between Tarzan and Marcellus Wa
llac in the cellar. Sneaky its side, a victim of his only break in the middle of the trip chain mounted it goes without saying, did not have enough juice to say anything soit.Petite lunch break and there were expected to mega raid super relax a 20km 
least u: and in thy uc bah! 10 minutes later and it climbed back like that for miles. Beady's knee did not like the joke. The last two hours for Sofia it was very difficult. However, the descent on the capital was a great moment. It starts in les montagnes la surplombant et d'un coup on voit la grande cuvette apparaître avec les premières villes de la périphérie et enfin la capitale bulgare tentaculaire avec ses blocs par centaines, ses espaces verts et ses monuments au loin. Arriver comme ça d'une montagne à plus de 55 km/h au-dessus d'une ville de près de 2M d'habitants, c'est vraiment un
spectacle grandiose.
On prend le traditionnel train de banlieue pour entrer dans la ville sauf que là il s'est transformé en car. Ne prenez le train en Bulgarie que si vous avez beaucoup beaucoup temps devant vous.
Arrivés en centre ville, on fait appel à notre ami Rado chez qui on doit passer la nuit pour nous indiquer le chemin. Rado, c'est the Bulgarian happy. And so it was lost as expected. Re-call and nouv
it a little clearer explanation. Here it is we find our Bulgarian friend. His neighborhood "Madlost" (Youth): bars USSR era buildings, facades to pass a squat for a 4 star, but inside is fine. These are the remnants of the communist period. The new regime has given the apartments to people, but the condominium is no or very little. Only the rich in the new residences are entitled to a "Western luxury." That evening we made a small quick meal and a drink we share in the quarter. In a bar trend that contrasts with buildings nearby. According to Rado, the appointment of moutrés ("mouth") on the corner, kind of guys widespread bodybuldés no hit with wicked heads together and bombs (not necessarily better equipped level gray matter). We let's not go too late. Tomorrow, the last leg of our journey and about 70km bike to join BLAGOEGRAD. Our friends are waiting. The festival will begin.
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