After crossing the border with Bulgaria, I again stop by the sea. This time it is a wild, rocky and uninhabited beach. Abundance of plastics, plugs, Styrofoam, ropes and shopping bags nevertheless indicated that an intelligent, technologically developed creature was here. Instead of an active stroll along the sea, I choose to stand in the water and let the waves do this relative motion instead of me. Considering that we all move around the Sun at a speed of 107,000 km/h, any walk, ride or race on our planet is a ridiculous, pathetic task of someone who is not aware of his/hers insignificance.
|Wild beach in Bulgaria.|
|Pop blocks in Kavarna.|
|Westward from the Black Sea in Bulgaria. Good roads, not much traffic.|
|Accross undulating hills in Bulgaria.|
|Over Danube back to Romania.|