K25&beyond d05 – leaving Burgas

The optimal ratio of size to effect that gives me a sleepless night is called a mosquito.

My ambitious morning plan was a sunrise photo on the beach, a 5k run, followed by a swim in the calm morning sea, and finally “my” well-earned Burgas breakfast.

At 3 a.m., I interrupted my routine of hearing a mosquito, turning on the light, morphing into a merciless killer, falling asleep, and starting over, and I turned off my alarm instead. No sunrise for me after a night like that! But at least the run wasn’t off my list.

At the beach was an adults (=men’s?) “playground” and after taking a belated sunrise photo I did some dips and pull-ups. This was good and so I went on to another outdoor gym with another group of men doing what has to be done at 7 in the morning. One machine was for squats with added weight. I couldn’t move it. A man in his late 40ies or so laughed and asked me to sit down on the machine to add my (now probably) 75kg. He also was weighing 75 + some Trump tariffs in addition. He then helped me to remove 50 kg on the machine and with now 175kg I did 10 squats.
But why the hell??
I’d never done it before and definitely didn’t know how to do it properly.

Now it hurts.

Earlier (d03), I’d proudly emphasized how clever I am. I should have mentioned that I am not only well aware of my limits but that it’s only a matter of seconds for me to switch to crazy/mad/unreasonable. That’s my version of Mag. Jekyll and Pro. Hyde
So swimming was cancelled, and I punished myself with water instead of Boza.

The rest of the day was waiting. I got my ticket and went to the ferry and wanted to film the “truck-tetris”: those large trucks are arranged in the most space efficient way and I am “always” impressed when the drivers manoeuvre their trucks with centimeter precision. But this time there was not much to see.

Over the course of the afternoon and evening, more travelers came on board. There was a couple from Switzerland, seasoned cyclists, then there came a Japanese, a seasoned interrail traveller. A French guy came, a young but seasoned business traveler who had now quit his job for a month in Bulgaria and a month in Georgia and then a guy from Germany, a seasoned motorcycle traveller.
But I am the top-seasoned ferry passenger, as this is my third time here, and everyone else was a beginner 😉

The couple had paid double the price for a private cabin, and the rest of us formed a crew for another cabin. (Sleepless nights guaranteed, but not because of wild parties – other noise!)
Dinner was the highlight of the evening, perhaps not because it met the highest expectations, but for all those who had nothing special to do, it was an event. And it reminded me of a special task I wanted to complete, whether a secret mission or not—I don’t know yet, but this time I’ll have to use it as a cliffhanger.

See you tomorrow!