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The day on the snowy mountain in Bulgaria had started well when we were celebrated as little heroes of everyday life (what happened there again? Read here) by the local park attendant and a few guys from the local freeride ski scene. Unfortunately, that was once again only for the two-legged tour participants, so Laika had earned a decent hike through the snow. The wide snow trails were almost deserted, due to the strong wind, the lift was out of order and only a few happy boarders were allowed to venture into the slippery pleasure by a rarely seen snowcat. Admittedly, three of us have brought the slope already pretty much out of breath, yes, even the dog. At the tree line, it did not even take a kite to take off, so we took that as a grateful reason to turn back. But not just walking down the hill … no … taking the rain cover from the backpack and putting it over our bums we slid down the hill on our backsides. At regular intervals, our Husky-Mis jumped over the heap, who could barely hold his own for the joy of his people at eye level, even in the snow.

After laughter attacks and a subsequent, unfortunately very rainy, night on the mountain, the journey continued south the following day. Freshly set with plenty of air-dried sausage, which from now on happily rocked with every pothole in Ernst, we headed for our last highlight in this country. A small museum village just ahead of the Greek border advertised with historic buildings and a very tasty home-made wine, which would certainly fit well with the dry sausage. Unfortunately, whenever something is advertised or is in a travel guide,  it will be somehow overcrowded, or then just in the off season usual, almost extinct. However, we were lucky with the weather, so that nevertheless some shops had opened and we could enjoy a wonderful view over the monastery ruins and the adjacent sandstone mountains. Now with plenty of grape juice on board we did not wait for Greece any longer. What was waiting for us behind the border? In the next report you will read it down to the smallest detail.

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