We stopped here for lunch after hearing Bulgarian folk music blaring from a concert sized speaker. A group of 5 men ranging from 20 to 70 years old were working they’re way through a litre of vodka. After polishing off the bottle and having a dance on the bonnet of their lada they bought another bottle of vodka and drove off. We let them get a while down the road before following them.
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Bulgaria has a longstanding custom of color-coding roads. On the map a red road is “first grade”—a surprising color choice given its universal traffic light command to stop—and an orange road is “second grade.” A yellow road is “third and fourth grade” (possibly combined because it’s hard to come up with a legible color lighter than yellow). An outlined white road noted as an indefinable but nevertheless carefully named “other road,” which is somehow of higher quality than the next category, the thin black line used for a “dirt road.” But what on earth would the Bulgarians use to identify the lovely road you show that seems to have broken in two?!