It's now 5am. It is dark and freezing and we are sitting on the side of a highway, wrapt in sleeping bags. We feel, and porbably look, like homeless bums. The scene isn't quite screaming a warm "Welcome to Bulgaria."
It's now 8am and a bus has just dropped us off on the side of a highway in the middle of the countryside. A sign says 'Ivan Vazaloo' and beyond that we can see a small country village. When we approach the center of the village a woman with a child in her hand and a baby strapped to her chest appraoches us. "Welcome, I am Nasko's wofe." Ah, just the person we are looking for.
It's now 6pm and we are in Nasko's garden, we are astounded by his beehives and homegrown plants. His daughter is running around, occasionally handing us beautifully scented flowers, and he is giving us fresh walnuts to eat from his tree.
It's now 10pm and we are in the garage of an Englishman. We're surrounded by english men and a singular bulgarian, i've just old a terrible dead baby joke and now sarah is telling the story of when she lead a blind friend into scaffolding. It's been a goood chilled night.
It's now midday the next day and we are eating homegrown apples and tight rope walking in the garden.
It's now 10pm and Sarah and I are in a circular room in the middle of a paddock, surrounded by a forrest. The room is being pumped with 40 degree mineral water from a spring deep deep underground. The room has amazing acoustics, so as we bathe we sing a Jason Mraz duet (how sweet and old couple-ish off us)
ITS NOW FRIDAY AT MIDDAY ON FRIDAY AND WE ARE ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING EPIC AND AMAZING AND SCARY AND YOU WILL FIND OUT IN THE NEXT POST OR TWO ;)