It’s on the tip of your tongue. You can’t spit it out. Not quite tongue tied. Lacking in focus – maybe? Concentration key. But not always. Sometimes it pays to just put it on the back-burner. Leave it to the Numbskulls.
I’m at that time of life (or maybe always have been), when memories don’t get queued in quite the same way they used to. I can remember plenty. But not on cue. I can get them so far. But once tee’d up at that T-Junction they don’t play ball. I give them a green light. A thumbs up. A flashing filter. Allow clear passage. Do they take it? No. Decide to go mount the kerb. Go off road. Plenty of room where they reside to do that. Lots of unexplored space.
With one of our longest days ahead we leave dead on ten. Expect to be dead on our bottoms by the time we reach Camping Dragijevo – just east of Bulgaria’s first capital, Veliko Tarnovo.
Now I remember. A day or so too late. Or is it? Blog’s not in real time. It can be whatever it is. Real or make believe? Who’s to tell? Not me!!
Pazardzhik! That’s it! We pass through again. Double back. Previous visit treated ourselves. Only because it was novel. The end process and the result. As Rolf would often say “Can you tell what it is yet?”
We make good time – for a while. Last leg looms. But not a normal road surface. Pass through a town. Its high street brick blocked. Extends for several miles. Now if only I could remember the name of the town . . .
Well. That’s the ‘A’ movie; followed by the ‘B’ movie; now here’s the ‘Trailer’ – sort of . . .
It’s been in the thirties today. 5.30pm. We arrive. The last time we stayed on a site with a pool as good as this was in Marrakech. All we want to do is pitch up and plonk-out – poolside. Beastie has other ideas. He becomes a prize plonker. Our pitch is very grassy. Quite damp. Soft underneath. Too soft. Its slight slope means we need to raise Beastie on chocks. Can’t. They sink in. Beastie’s front wheel’s spin and spin. He can’t move forwards or backwards. Traction control no help. He tears up the lush grass trying. Gets stuck. Fortunately it’s a perfect training scenario for the English site owners – Nick and Nicky Kinson. Nick shows Nicky exactly how and what to do. Bad Boy Beastie becomes a guinea pig.