Whoops, we made it 20 countries
Zagreb to Sofia was a tedious long haul. We sped along on the motorway, trying to avoid the heat of the afternoon and realising by the finish point we had not really seen much of Serbia. Oh well.
Nigel started fiddling with his car. Video evidence has been sent to David, who had implored us to tie his hands to stop any such activity. Result: the car popped and banged as he attempted to unblock the plugs. The jury is out.
Just to show two can play this game your correspondent was also photographed, head in bonnet (merely spanned checking, m’lud).
We said goodbye to Sophie this morning in Sofia (must be a verse there) and we welcomed Salty, as our newbie.
Salty took on driving duties from Chris on our way to Turkey. The Rolls, which hitherto had been driven in that sedate, imperious and commanding manner one expects from such an example of British engineering, started to a waft from side to side, encroaching on the opposite carriageway on occasion. Something was afoot. A slow puncture diagnosis was rectified by a quick tyre change.
I must add that the Rolls looks a little less comfortable with brothers-in-law two up than husband and petite wife
We took in an extra country today having discovered it was easier to get into Turkey from Greece than Bulgaria and so an Hellenic detour was accomplished successfully.
We have arrived a ‘five star’ resort in Turkey which has at the latest count three honeymoon couples and us. The music around the pool is a big Ibitha, as a result. Not my sort of five star. Oh well.
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