Alright USA, here I come!
Monday, March 15th, 7AM – I’m flying on the route Sofia-Amsterdam-San Francisco. US, wait for me!
Monday, March 15th, 7AM – I’m flying on the route Sofia-Amsterdam-San Francisco. US, wait for me!
I certainly have more hope for this year’s Elbrus after the last 40 days. I stopped drinking (only on rare occasions), no sweets, no soft drinks, no white flour and such things. Things are improving little by little – so far 6-7-8 kilograms down (not sure how much exactly). Although during New Year’s parties I think I had 4 more, so this is actually 3-4 down from before New Year. Still – something to start from. We’ll see where it ends
Stay healthy!
Another mountain trip. I guess this was my first serious challenge after my surgery. From Feb. 4th to Feb. 7th we were on a trip to Mousala and Malyovitsa.
Again I realize that I repeat the same mistakes over and over again. I still carry weight that is not needed, I never get a good sleep before a trip, I never hydrate properly. Can you guess what this results in? Muscle cramps… dizziness.
I couldn’t get to Mousala this time. Instead I just waited in the hut.
Anyways… lesson learned … I hope.
It’s 26th of December… after Christmas. What do we do? We are already a couple of days off, holidays, drinking, eating – the usual. Well not for us – Me, Anatoli and Moni decided we could do a trip to Bucharest. A short walk, some shopping, etc. Do something different.
Here are some pictures from the trip:
wooohooo. This was officially announced minutes ago.
Waiting for Dio now
A photo, taken just a minute ago – the first snow in Ruse. View from my window.
In the upper left is my father’s car.
Almost one month after that I manage to show up and share some words about the trip.
It was actually pretty good. 750 km driving during the night (very tiring) and we were there. Bursa is a big city with nice climate and no driver control. I mean – come one, I now think Romanian drivers are civilized. In Turkey there’s no such thing as driver culture – you just honk once and make a maneuver: no matter what it is. The whole city was just sounds of honks.
But the city itself is great. The mountain Uludag is nearby, the sea of Marmara is nearby, so they actually have it all
. Perfect surroundings.
For the four days there I saw the sea of Marmara, parts of Uludag, Nicaea (or now known as Iznik), the Bursa museum (which is pretty nice, shows many parts of history from ancient times to modern ones), etc, etc…. And the celebrations for the Turkey national holidays – their Independence day or the day Turkey became a republic.
Some pictures can be found on Picasa
I’ve been asked to serve as a driver and car-owner in a trip to Bursa next week. Needless to say I accepted.
So – Bursa, Turkey: hold on… here I come
A couple more minutes of soccer today. This was supposed to test my knees – I think the test once again is positive. I should be OK to start heavier training….
A lil’ bit late on this, but I want to share my wonderful meeting and party with the guys and girls from the Bulgarian Youth Red Cross. My friend Ivo invited me to this annual meeting a couple of months ago. And I couldn’t say no. I now know that I won’t regret it – great fun.
Awful weather from the very beginning couldn’t stop me and Ivan to try and go to Kupena peak. Although we couldn’t reach it (due to the cold and the thick fog) we climbed to Ambaritsa peak in Stara planina – 2166 meters. I’m extremely happy, because this was Ivan’s first major peak.
So, here I am – standing near the shelter on the top.