The one thing I have begun to dread on this trip is running out of gas and... BORDER CROSSINGS!!! I hate them. You just never know how you're going to be treated or how long you will have to wait. I know Bulgaria is part of the EU, but it's not part of the western part of the EU and it has strange rules. Every step along the endless border crossing makes me more and more confused. I kept getting asked for a “chip”. I have no idea what they were talking about but when I gave them the confused look they kept waving me through to the next checkpoint. I don't think I will ever understand what they wanted but I have a feeling it had something to do with the sign that said you have to pay to drive on the Bulgarian roads. After ten kilometers I became very happy that I didn't pay for it. These roads are, for lack of a better word, shit. Shit, shit, shit, and more shit. It' only one word but it is so accurate. These aren't roads they're goat paths with a little bit...
Motorcycle Adventure Travel Stories - The continuing story of Elvis and his trusty Cafe Racer Motorcycle as they travel the world together