Serbia to Bulgaria and beyond

We agreed me and Jonny the two drivers that evening that this was one of the best roads we had ever driven on… a long winding road over an alpine mountain top and one of the better surfaces we had come across in the last few days too.
So this was Serbia we found a road side café to sit and relax in Michelle befriended the staff especially the wife/chef and we eat very well. After our meal we asked for a good hotel and where guided by our hosts 4kms up the road to a motel for truckers… coming into the car park for the motel we had our first car glitch it seemed the green one (or ninja stealth ride as I had nicknamed it) did not want to start? A little tap on the starter motor soon changed its mind. The next morning we started fresh into Serbian territories intrigued to be seeing the difference between here and Bosnia….
These countries all strike me as Russian like in there appearance not that I have ever been but after a healthy dose of British propaganda as a youngster I feel like I could have…. Plenty of old ladies with head scarfs and heavy bags of wood basic shopping …. In between the rows of cars the odd horse drawn hay stacked cart looking like it’s on it’s last legs, with a large gent glad to pose for Michelle’s camera the housing has remained much the same since we crossed the iron curtain with every now and then a fully glamorous tulip topped complex structure dotted in between.
Today was a day of valleys and moors with heavy snow on the top of each wild hill and it all of a sudden felt much cleaner and no sign of any battle which is a natural relaxant…. Basically looking like a scruffy Swiss mountain villages again… at one point we came across some stubborn wild ponies determined to claim the road as there own… we slowed until they shifted grabbed some snaps of them licking the road for salt and zoomed on to Sofia and the Bulgarian boarder.
Our most sophisticated boarder yet, with it’s own disinfectant spraying section cleaning the undercarriage of our rides pulling up along side probably the angriest (I don’t want to be there) face in a port-a-cabin I had seen yet. But we even managed to squeeze a smile out of his face, as we explained we where driving to India handed him a business card and he waved us on to the next set of boxes with the grin still there! This boarder had about ten rows of check-in points, green card sections and security areas to navigate although. Strangely we seemed to breeze through! This could not be said for the trucking community which had a very healthy cue growing in both directions…..
So Bulgaria and back to the world of motorways we headed straight to the capital Sofia now we had one focus and goal which was to cover some miles, the last of Eastern Europe and to get ourselves to Turkey, Istanbul and the Middle East. Specifically we where headed toward a Sufi gathering in the centre of Turkey. We where also finding the twenty four seven factor a bit of a strain in some areas.
Love it!!!!!