Four friends, one rental car, 3 days on the road with 25 pounds of junk food, courtesy of the 24 year old. Steve drove, mostly so he could be in the front seat with enough room for his legs. Rox sat in the co-pilot seat because we all agreed that was preferable to her being ill in the back seat. Tom and I sat in the back. We began the trip shortly after 4 pm on a Friday, heading out of the city on the highway 1. North and West to Belogradchik. We knew we were in for a long trip without some serious distractions, so we created a Bulgarian bingo game. Steve, as the driver, naturally saw everything long before all of us. Although I did see an unattended fire in a dumpster at an unauthorized road side dump, with more garbage out side the dumpster than inside. Sadly, that was not on the list. We saw two towns, two fortresses, and an uncounted number of rocks. I lost two bets with Steve and had to buy him two beers. Roxanne took pictures of every meal – I believe it was four in all.
We sang along with the tunes Rox played on the ipod, and educated Jr about American pop music and culture. We took pictures of roadside novelties and laughed at the simple things that struck as incongruous. On the return trip, we stopped in Shipka Pass Americana
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were ring road girls and shrubbish to see
There were gypsy carts and traffic streams
The first thing we did was play a road game
And Steve could do no wrong
The air was fresh and the grass was green
And Jr learned some new songs
I’ve been through Bulgaria
It felt good to be out of Sofia
On the road you can remember your name
‘cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, La, ….
After two days, in the small back seat
The snacks began to get stale
After three days, in the weekend heat
I was listening to Jr’s tales
And the stories he told never seemed to end
The lack of a point made Steve wail.
You see I’ve been through Bulgaria
It felt good to be out of Sofia
In Veliko, you can remember your name
‘cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la…
At the weekends close, we had to come home
‘cause we almost ran out of songs
We drove through Shipska, climbed up on the rocks
And Steve took pictures of Rox
Belogradchik was cool, with the rocks and the trees
And the fortress up above
And the laughter in the car made us weak in the knees
And the memories will be strong
You see I’ve been through Bulgaria
It felt good to be out of Sofia
On the road, you can remember your name
‘cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain
La, la…
1 comment:
But did you see a teenage girl splitting wood? (Topless for maximum points.)
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