Day 61 – What are the odds? . . .

Think negatively. Negative things happen. Right? Think positively. Positive things happen. Right? Or is it all just down to chance?

We often find the best pitches on sites already taken. Leave us to make do. We’re used to it. Generally roll up with no great expectation. Hot water and cleanliness fundamental. Minimum requirements we hold true to. Maybe we should start thinking more positively.

Beastie rolls up and down onto Eco Camping Batak. It’s grey and miserable. Bunches of dark clouds loiter low over the lake. Like a gang of youths. With nothing better to do. Itching for a fight with anyone who dares look their way. Beastie needs a water top up. But not me. I’m minding my own business. Filling him up. It’s then I get spotted. “Quick love. Hand me my waterproof”.

Not the perfect way to get pitched up. By far. But come our first morning, Beastie’s basking in the early heat. Gaping in the glorious view. He’s in the Royal Circle. Not bad for seventeen euros per night.

Positively picturesque!

There is a small group of seven ‘ECO’ campsites in Bulgaria. ECO being the operative word. An abbreviation for ECOnomical with the facilities we offer you.

The dish-wash sinks. Cast offs from when Wilma got Fred to upgrade her kitchen.
HOWEVER! Could there be a better view when drying dishes?

We notice the lake is dammed. Decide to walk the waterline. Go, be nosy. See what’s on the other side.

Getting closer.
A boggy section brings us a very pretty detour.
Mary-Ann pays for it later. Hay fever kicks in.

Bulgarian building dilapidation is common in many towns and villages. Especially, but not limited to, those in rural areas. Two main reasons. Older generation dies. Leaves a house. Younger generation not interested to take it on. The house and land left to die of natural causes.

Or. New build runs out of finance – extremely common too. Our afternoon bike ride to the far side brings one into view. A massive monstrosity. A huge hotel complex. Bank pulled the rug. Fifteen years ago. Everything walked away from in the blink of an eye. Two cranes left in the lurch. Tower above. Nothing to do. Jobless. Redundant. Left on the dole.

Now owned by the bank. Unwilling to demolish. Too costly.
It’s so UGLY . . .
Very UGLY? . . .
Our evening meal. Positively perfect.