Friday 19 October
Fakia – almost Turkey.
Today was to be our last in Fakia. Wanting to make the most of it Leigh and I took a good long walk after breakfast. We did our usual route and then veered off to the right up a long steep track which led to a radio mast on the top of a hill; we knew the views would be super and they didn’t let us down. From our side of the mast we could see over the village of Fakia – the village is actually larger than you think when you walk around it. The population was about three hundred and fifty in 2013 but may have declined since then, according to Ian.
From the other side of the mast you simply enjoy far-reaching views over open countryside. The fact that the trees are dropping leaves and changing colour adds to the mesmerising view.
If I lived here I would spend many hours just gazing around, listening to the birds and enjoying ‘just being’. There is a bunker up by the mast but neither Leigh nor I were brave enough to go in. I know there are jackals in the area – and other animals that I’m not familiar with – who must go somewhere to sleep in daylight and this bunker could be ideal for all I know. Yelp!
After our walk Leigh did some baking with Emily. They practiced making the cake Emily has in mind for Isaac’s birthday. All went well until there was a slight challenge (read disaster) with the topping; the cake itself tasted good, thank goodness.
Tom has spent some time today researching and changing tomorrow’s route: instead of heading up the coast to Constanta we are now going to Bucharest. Dozy Leigh realised she is attending a business meeting the day we are booked on the Channel Tunnel train. Yelp! By skipping Constanta we pull back that day, plus the roads here in Bulgaria are really notsogreat so I’m quite happy to scoot through Bulgaria, take a little time in Romania and then get back onto the better roads in Hungary, Austria, Germany and France.
After lunch Leigh, Tom and I strolled into the village to buy some supersoftandtasty goat’s cheese from Yenka’s shop, which sells a wide variety of produce although the displays are a tad higgledy-piggledy.
There are three small grocery shops and five bars in Fakia – I find this astounding considering the small population – but isn’t it brilliant that such small businesses survive? Quite different to many villages in the U.K. where there is either no shop at all or maybe one community shop. On the way home we stopped to say, ‘Hello’ , to our favourite goats…I find their curiosity comical.
A sight which is more weird than comical is where one of the houses in Fakia has a doll positioned to be staring out of the window at passers-by! I do find it spooky…see the photo below. Yelp!
Before dinner Ian took us out for a drive towards the Turkish border which is much closer than Leigh and I had realised.
Actually ‘Border Police’ are always parked just outside Fakia on the road to Turkey so I should have known we were not too far away but sometimes the most obvious things are not obvious, if you know what I mean! Anyway, we didn’t reach the border because the road became a cobbled road then became a track so we turned for home and went to Truck Stop (this place has become a favourite of mine) for dinner. I spotted the little happy-bouncy stray dog who lives in the car park and realised what a lucky pooch I am. I really should appreciate my humans more instead of being such a Princess…but then again I do enjoy being spoilt!
Woofs, Martha xx
PS See how both Bobo and I have the same spot near our tails? Cousin’s ❤️