Yesterday the tunnels again transported us from the mountains to the sea. We camped near the beach and had a lovely swim.
About 5kms before temple 37 a lady called to me and gestured that I stop for their osetttai. The gave us a lovely drink and tea, as well as much needed advice for where to stay along the route. After a delightful conversation using google translate, suddenly all my questions were greeted with blank faces or frowns. I looked at the app and somehow I had toggled the language to Bulgarian instead of Japanese. Their smiles returned with the language switch and we all laughed at my Bulgarian blunder.
Most of the time I am happy about the curious and happy looks I get with my bike and trailer. It’s very good conversation starter. Yesterday however I has a moment where I just wished I had a less conspicuous bike. I was hot, tired and hungry and buying a baby blanket for Gord. The blanket was a disappointing plan B because the Montbell store I cycled 20 extra kms to buy a sleeping bag turned out to be a little boutique shop in a hotel. No sleeping bags meaning that the two of us are still sharing a single mummy bag when we camp.
But I digress. After buying the blanket the man in the shop wanted to take a photo of me with the bike. What he had in mind was more of a photo shoot. He insisted I move the bike twice as he rearranged his store’s sign. I am assuming my teeth gritted half smile will be part of his advertising campaign.