Day 27, Aug 8 (168km) - Sympathy for the Devil

Trip Start Jul 13, 2012
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Trip End Aug 16, 2012


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Flag of Bulgaria  , Burgas,
Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Supposedly the temperature was only 36 but I have a feeling that was only at Burgas and has no correlation to how hot it was away from the coast in the mountains.

I had my moment of doubt and pain. What runners call their wall. Whatever it is I can't say I was not expecting it. Either way it still is an overwhelming feeling. By the time I reached my destination I was emotionally drained and physically beat to a snot. A sudden blast of loneliness and confusion set in. These are the times when you feel you can't handle it and could easily just hop on a bus and end this damn journey. If I hadn't used all my water up from sweating in the heat and climbing mountains I think I would have spontaneously began crying.  I have done this sort of thing before and I knew I just had to calm done, rehydrate and rest and get back on the bike in the mourning.

That is out of the way now lets get to the actual travel.  I have mentioned before that the GPS is generally very good but every now and then it screws up or just takes me on the shortest route even if it is the most arduous path. This was one of those days.

At one point my route brought me off the normal highway into a small town in the mountains. All of a sudden it got really choppy. I went a bit further and next thing I was going up a steep incline on very bad gravel road that could not have been a regularly used road. I had to turn back. At least there was a nice water fountain in the town to top up my water and cool off a bit.

Once I got to the regular road I made the executive decision to override the where the GPS suggested to meet up with the road again. I decided to head out to highway 9. After some 20km or so the GPS met me back on #9 and all seem back to normal. I bit later it split off #9 I was skeptic but the road at the split looked very good. 15km later I was headed up a mountain (I would have probably done so on #9) but as I was headed up the condition of the road became patchy and the mountain just kept going on and on. I was so slow going up the hill that the black flies caught up with me and began eating me alive. Despite this I still had to stop and crash in the shade several times and allow the critters to feast. Coming down the hill was as bad due to the conditions of the road. In the end it was obviously that this road is mainly for loggers and few people that have cabins on the mountains.

Once I came close to Burgas I stopped in a gas station and just sat in the A/C for about 30 minutes because I was afraid I had pushed my heat limits and may collapse.

The hostel was right on the beach on the outskirts of the city in a place called Kraimorie. I had very little motivation to take pictures or video the entire day and tried to concentrate on finishing. When I did I briefly walked around the place and bought lots of drinks then went to bed.  
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