MOHO journeys to an extent, mirror a life. On a mini scale. There’s an exciting birth. A sad end. And an in between of forgettable and memorable moments – presented as a series of unconnected synaptic snap-shots.
Travelling takes a lot of time. It’s not always easy to fit everything in. Stuff happens along the way. You miss places, or hear about some ‘must see’ that you camped near to and didn’t know it existed, until you’d moved on.
Occasionally, the opposite happens. By chance, you come across a nugget, or two. Today we visit two.
Today’s route takes us within one hundred metres of Bobuka’s Waterfall. Beastie gets reversed into a bit of rough ground. About as wide and long as his torso. We can hear it. But can’t see it. It’s neatly hidden behind dense undergrowth. A very narrow thinning gives the track away. It’s steep. Mrs S becomes an onlooker. Creepers help balance and support. It’s not a particularly high fall, but would be if you did! It’s beauty lies in its secluded spot and the knowledge that not too many may find it, or even bother to search for it.
We’re taking this north-western route out of Bulgaria because Mila, from Camping Veliko Tarnovo, told us Belogradchik Fortress is one of those must sees. So here we are. Its hill-top position proves a little tricky for Beastie and his onboard screwed crew.
This Balcan Mountainous region is filled with really weird, yet beautiful natural rock formations and outcrops. Typically, the Romans were the first to realise its potential.
We end the day in the bosom of an old friend – Camping Madona Inn Falkovets, a previous one-nighter on the way down to Greece in 2019. Unbeknown to us then, just how close we had been to Belogradchik Fortress!
