To cross Bulgaria, you need less than a day

After the morning coffee, everybody got their traveling partner: Katarina ended up with Ilaria's dog, and I ended up with Ilaria. So, two of us decided to reach Turkey the same evening. It took us some time to get out of Sofia, and we stood at the road with a sign "TR". The guy who stopped offered us a ride only to the half of the road, but we accepted. Although he had a kid, that non-shaved man dressed in a sports clothes drove like a maniac, and left us at the crossroad to Haskovo, from where a minivan driver saw our thumb. Our "cool" driver stopped, opened his freezer-trunk and put our backpacks to freeze with the company of coca-cola bottles. He made a turn off the road, where three hungry chained dogs were guarding some forgotten factory. After we delivered bottles to the factory, he left us on the road, some 60km from Turkish border... and eventually, after few more cars, we reached that post-apocalyptic border crossing town known as Kapitan Andreevo. Instead of asking where are we going, border guard asked "- Are you married?" That was the most common question we heard, and by crossing the Turkish border, I knew that every second person is going to ask the same question. So, we agreed to be married for all curious Turkish people.

Whenever I enter or exit Turkey, there's one guy for hello and goodbye. His name is Kutay. He was my first couchsurfing host in Turkey (back in 2008), and ever since we kept seeing each other either in mine or his country. As always, I was happy to see this funny, positive and a bit crazy English teacher and once more share coffee, beer and the best kebab in Turkey with him.