Galia Recounts Rila
Day 1
We started by missing the7.30 am bus to Samokov. Did you remember we also missed
the train to Sofia? So we decided to catch the bus to Sofia, for a change. Then
in Sofia we had to change the bus to go to Samokov. There we bought some food
and a rain-jacket for me. You needed some torch batteries so we looked for it.
We found the store. It was something like clock workshop. There were two men
were sitting behind the desks trying to look very busy, professing to be
professional. Daryl changed the batteries and asked them for some tool to fix
the torch. One of professionals said 'Let me see' and he do this 15 minutes,
then other guy saw another 15 minutes.
Finally 'the boy' got at his torch and a tool he needed and asked for a piece of
cardboard. He was served. He put this s---t under the batteries, and done - Oh,
yes it’s work!?!?
Left the guys leaving them much for thinking.
Accordance all our traveling this day we missed the bus to Maljovitsa. This time
it wasn’t my fault, he knows everything! The next bus was after 3h. We didn’t
plane this but we went to Maljovitsa by hitchhike. From village to village we
reached the last one where was possible to stop some cars so we started hiking.
Finale 5 km we went by the bus what we didn’t like.
The hostel is nice, without any shower. Difference prices for foreigners and
Bulgarians, stupid practice in Bulgaria. Daryl probably needed social contacts
so he took about the room and the guy who worked there discovered that he is
foreigner momentarily.
The American boy spent 30 minutes to practice his Indian skills to do the beds
more comfortable I tried to help him. We took a rest but were late for dinner.
Came in dinning room, there were many people and two boys were playing the
guitars, one of them pretend to be professional one day.
Daryl missed his guitar and he thought about it hour might be more while he was
drinking beer. There we met very nice gung from UK who dismounted from the top
of the hill with terrible weather, rainy and windy. Daryl told to them about his
experience from Mt Olimpos. They were really impressed, so did I.
Day 2
The weather wasn’t so nice still at the morning.
Daryl tried to take some pictures but it wasn’t sunny enough, so we said our
goodbye to English gung and started climbing to the peak. It was the special day
for me and I enjoyed it, conquering the top together.
What does it feel like to be a champion? We were on the top. Really we were
there. Lazy ass, we’ve got it!
Daryl was very sorry that he forgot to take the American flag, speaking about
the best technology by means of put it there forever. He did this pretty longer
/ you are so cute when do this / anyway he contented himself by singing the
American anthem.
From the top we saw that we must keep going another 5h hiking to get the hostel
7th Rilski ezera but it was 5 pm. So we changed the plan and decided to camp
there. According to new schedule we went to hostel Ivan Vazov what was 1h far
from the camping place.
There Daryl played his brilliant games of chess with some chap / 2:1 USA,
Bulgaria /. I tried to cook some pasta. After eating my terrible pasta something
what pretended to call in this way but it didn’t depend from my cooking skills
at all we came back to camping place.
In the short stretches of the instantaneous choices
Peering into the own surveyed steps
What just stone could be takes weightiness of this traveling
Suddenly stopping
Accept a look through the all beauty of changing landscape
You feel so close to a real view of the real world
There on the mountain you might realizing
What is your genuine presence like a part of the all
How much do you feel lonely
How much do you feel self-sufficient
You may see the world had been
exist right now
and will be after you
So clearly
Day 3 - leave the things happened and enjoy them
Early morning the weather was foggy so we stayed in the tent till noon.
Our breakfast or what it was, consisted of some chocolate, pretzel sticks and
red wine. cool did it. Another 6 h hike, most of the time descending. Daryl
addicted himself to taking art flower’s pictures.This part of hiking turned out
me more difficult, my nose burnt, my feet hurt. Final distance I felt behind
walking barefooted.
Found Daryl who was washed his clothes in the river 'what was next, bath? Why
not? To this end we used antique monastery’s washing machine, cool cold. We (I)
screamed with laughter more than take any bath. Completely yet we had a dinner
at the restaurant.
Then started with sight seeing. We stayed at the monastery at night, arranged
the room was huh. This time Daryl was deaf-an-dumb. We had to promise that will
hole our self decorous because we are not family. The Rila monastery is a holy
place for the Bulgarians.
The chosen one where as through the time has broken off
The people who the ground and this kind of builds on it belong to,
take care of this other people to see them
When you visit those places,
may notice that the meaning of their purpose already was gone
Or may have a possibility to feel the intransitive human’s aspirations
People created all this builds and monuments over the world
And only people could give them sense to be
The Rila monastery still owns a cause to exist
Reflecting expressive person’s craving for perfection
The need for seclusion and peacefulness,
looking for God’s closeness
The sense of being all holy places like this
Galia