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... on north.
Made it to Ruse / Pyce near the frontier, and stopped again for gas and food, mostly because we haven't got local currency and the servos take cards.
Headed to the border and then stopped, before the frontier, in a traffic jam. We have to cross the Danube, and the bridge is under repair. And there is a toll on the bridge. We don't have to clear customs / immigration and motos don't pay a toll, but we still have to wait.
We get ...
... come in with his geometric-patterned backpack, sit down across from me, and proceed to smile wordlessly. At one point he pointed to me; I told him my name, then he told me what I assume was his. Then he smiled again for about two minutes before I finally laid back down, hoping he would go away. He always did, eventually and with no warning. He came, he sat, he smiled, he left. And then a few hours later, he would return. After a few repeat incidences, he evidently decided ...
... the roof of a train in Peru with a group of young Israelis who refused to ride in a ‘boxcar’ (through 3 tunnels mind you!) to receiving near-life-saving kindness from a complete stranger in Malawi when he gave up his bed in a hostel for me, a fever-stricken and nearly unconscious stranger. There are so many flashes of those types of memories in my traveling life that really stand out for some reason.
In the end, I think this might have ...
... I had imagined it.
Rather than mill round it, I found a perfect spot with a fantastic view and just spent an hour there. A dog came and sat with me. There was also a horse in the same field roaming around freely.
What a lovely hour. Ben (the dog) followed me back to the truck! We took an outstanding route up and over the mountains before joining the E60 and heading south to ...
... It was already late in the morning and not even restaurants were open. And I could not find anything that looked like a computer store, open or closed. I went into an “Orange” cell phone store and asked if it was a holiday. “No” they said. “Just a normal Saturday and everyone is at home with their families.” The guys sent me to Romania Square.
I found a little hole in the wall shop ...