“Bulgaria and Our Quest a Roman Bridge”

• September 13, 2020
• By Daryl
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With dawn, our flasks of coffee were consumed with great pleasure. I eat my breakfast to regain my energy. We pack our bags and off we go. 

We took in the sites in the city, then searched out some mushroom shaped rock formations. 

We passed bright blue lakes and little villages as the road curved through the mountains. Cattle lined the roads, fulfilling their tireless duty of clearing the grasses. We hugged to the outsides of the road to be safe, as on-coming traffic take their half of the asphalt out of the middle! They barely leave a chicken trail between us. 

The road narrows as we drive closer to our destination, and it raised fear if we should meet an oncoming vehicle. A large group of cars are parked after the asphalt ended. We are very close to the bridge, or so we thought, so we parked and walked to the bridge, as we see other doing.

Down the stone strewn path we go. As we ventured further, we find many parking spots and we are still a quarter mile away. How stupid, we berated ourselves. Then, when we get in eyesight of the bridge, there was a small parking lot. Bunny kicks me for letting her park the truck so far away. I limp, as we walk up to this enchanting bridge. (I jest of course).

Lo and behold a short stalky man, about as wide as he was tall, jumped out of some rocks next to the bridge. He had dirty overalls on and a battered hat with a broken, bent feather in his tilted hat. On his nose he sported a wart on the left side of his bulbous snout. He had a long staff, which he used to block our way across the bridge. Loudly he spewed, “Lots eats, lots drinks. Big he be, steps big he, big he bash.” Bunny and I look at each other with mouths agape. I said, “Is a Troll.”the man bowed with his staff at his waist, allowing us to pass. 

We cross the bridge and take selfies and a few photos. We head back up the path, and the Troll, by the way, was nowhere to be found. 

After getting in the truck, we headed off to Istanbul for our next leg of our journey. We were turned away at the border, due to the lack of the right insurance. After driving back three hours, the car rental doubled our rate for further time, and insurance was over $220.00. We will turn our rental back in, tomorrow. Phooey with that