We've been taking our time coming down the black sea coast because it's supposed to be nice. Some of it is nice, some of it looks like somebody built 14 multi-storey car parks next to each other on the beach 25 years ago and hasn't returned since. We stayed in the worst campsite of our trip last night - nobody had cut the grass or cleaned the toilet block since I've been alive. The only thing thriving there were Mosquitos, dogs and a 76 year old german man we met who was driving around Europe in a Nissan micra with a tent on top (he was loving life).

We are currently staying in an enormous out of season hotel where the electricity only works some of the time. To get to our room we had to be escorted through pitch black corridors. Hopefully the sun will come out soon and light up the room.

We are going to stay here a couple of days and then head into turkey for the last part of the trip. The next bit is going to be very hilly so we are shedding weight - our maps have been sent home, my sleeping bag has been thrown away (10 years reasonable service), the gas has gone the same way, might even get Lizzie to cut my hair.

Bye,
Ed

Ps. The Bulgarians weren't very happy that berbatov wasn't playing in the champions league final. From what we could make out the commentary was mostly about how much better man u would be doing with him in the team.

Location:Tsarevo, Bulgaria

Somewhere in this rubbish photo you can see that we've reached the sea. We went for a celebratory dip, turns out the black sea is pretty chilly in may.

Having turned right out of Romania we went down a bit and then across to the sea. I don't know what Bulgaria is made of but I don't think there is a single flat bit of land in the place. It's been a very sweaty couple of days.

I saw a Bulgarian man with an interesting method for clearing stray dogs yesterday. He shot his gun into the ground and they all ran for it. He then looked far too pleased with himself - the owner of the petrol station he was stood next to looked less pleased with him.

Gibbo - in response to your last comment the solar panels are working nicely, more so when it's sunny. It takes about 8 hours for a full charge and it looks kick ass covering your bike in all sorts of gadgetry as you ride. Although the best bit of gadgetry we've seen was in Vienna where a guy had a satellite dish outside his tent - one day.

Bye,
Ed

Location:Varna, Bulgaria

Once we emerged from the Iron Gate gorge Romania was a mix of villages full of storks nesting on the telegraph poles, carts being plodded along by miserable looking donkeys and lots of people wishing to say hi, and towns encircled with derelict factories with not much improvement once you'd reached the centre.

Ed has enjoyed me cooing over the thousands of ducks and chicks that line the streets of villages with the added bonus that the chicks mean someone has done something to the dogs.

A little known fact about Romania is you may greet fellow road users in most European languages. Hola seemed to go down well.

We passed 2000 miles on Saturday and celebrated with a snickers.

Crossed the mighty Danube for the last time and arrived in Bulgaria this afternoon. Two days' ride to the Black Sea and a dip is eagerly anticipated.

Salut,
Lizzie

Location:Ruse, Bulgaria

Stayed in a 1 star hotel last night in Bela crkva. Crossed the border into romania earlier and within minutes were being chased up a 12% gradient by a pack of stray dogs. The scenery was immense, the Danube passes through a huge gorge winding around enormous cliffs and woodland. Accommodation looks to be an issue in Romania, we spent the best part of 30 miles looking for anywhere to stay. The dog problem was resolved by following a german man on a bike armed with pepper spray and rocks, the views were good though:

Location:Dubova, romania

We left Budapest in a blaze of traffic, below average navigation and main roads. 3.5 hours later we were clear and still just about on talking terms. The day didn't get much better. We were aiming for a campsite near a town called Kesckemet (in Hungarian this means goat place so why wouldn't you visit). After 8 hours cycling we arrived at the place the campsite was marked on the map. There was a sign off the road, promising. We pushed the bikes for 200m up a sand path before agreeing I'd check the place on foot while Lizzie guarded her bike and my collection of junk that passes as a bike. About 1km up the path I entered a farm with all the trappings of a campsite (empty swimming pool, overgrown patch of grass, portaloo) and shouted hello at the 3 people standing around looking like campsite people. Upon seeing me they did nothing except watch as their 3 vicious dog beasts chased me off their land, a foot race I only won because one of the hounds was chained to the gatepost. Never go to Keskemet.

The next day was great. We had a great ride including a 10 mile bike path across the Hungarian countryside and found a campsite where dogs were banned.

Yesterday we crossed the border into Serbia. The first time we have shown our passports since Dover. It was also the first time we've cycled on a motorway. Thanks to the unique policy of closing all Borders not on main roads cyclists get the pleasure of cruising a mile down the motorway before standing for half an hour in a queue of cars and then have the border guards debate our chances of getting to Istanbul. Between us we speak no serbian, the only word we've picked up so far is that hallo appears to mean goodbye. Despite this, having entered Serbia we stepped on it and covered 98 miles yesterday. On the plus side north east serbia is very flat, on the down side we have no map and although our map of Romania nominally covers this area it doesn't seem to do it with any kind of accuracy.

We are going to a town called Bela Crkva tomorrow on the Serbia-Romania-Bulgaria border. A town whose major attraction appears to be the tourist information office.

Hallo,
Ed

Location:Zrenjanin, Serbia

WTF

Sat in a cafe in Budapest and who rocks up.

Location:Budapest

Nailed Slovakia in a day. They like concrete in Bratislava. The buildings are concrete, the paths are concrete, the bins are concrete, I suspect even the Internet is made of concrete. Anyway we didn't stick around and headed straight for Hungary where they have tescos, a lot of tescos.

The back end of my bike is slowly falling apart, in France the rack fell off, in Austria the derailleur fell off and in Hungary during some basic maintenance I managed to destroy my back brake. After cycling for three days with just the front one I decided to get it fixed in Budapest. Cycled all over town looking for a bike shop before stumbling across an old man fixing bikes at the side of the road. 10 minutes later, after some huffing and puffing and bashing it with a spanner he had completely destroyed it, for which he kindly charged me nothing. While cycling back considering the option of cycling through Romania and Bulgaria with one brake I found a bike shop about 200m from our campsite. Couldn't work out if I was annoyed, overjoyed or just embarrassed, anyway the brake now works.

While I was away Lizzie bumped in to Tim Westwood who kindly pimped her bike, I was surprised he stopped at an engine and a spare seat and didn't even consider any pegs or spokey dokeys.




Going to Serbia in a couple of days. Don't suspect there will be much Internet until we hit the black sea.

Kleinesgarten,
Ed

Location:Budapest

Half way

Strewth, we were blown into Vienna two days ago, flying along the Danube Island at 22 mph, the
embattled faces of cyclists going the other way accompanying the view.

Opted to stay in the campsite conveniently sandwiched between vienna's answer to spaghetti junction and its mainline railway - a one night only special.

Passau to Vienna has an impressively high castle and colossal abbey count set among the hills, regularly interrupted by random umleitungs to circumvent never ending road/bike path works. A stunning ride though.

In other good news, the straggly mess on Ed's face has gone for the time being, the before photo is below for any interested.


To savour Vienna's delights and lagers a few days off the bikes are being enjoyed before we get on with the next 1250 miles.

Lizzie

Location:Vienna, Austria