And another thing...

The story We left Temenos and headed towards the border. Anastasis brother, who also hosted us for the night, told us there is a road that goes to Bulgaria from Dipotama . Not commonly used and mostly known by locals, we were advised it will rough, and it would be best to cross the border further down from the paved road. “Crossing the border like a roadie does not sound too bad”, I thought to myself as I approached Apostolis who was having clutch problems. No more than 10 kilometers into our border crossing attempt and I was already having a déjà vu . Rhodope was going to claim a second bike. We decided to ignore it for the time being and reassess the condition when we would not be knee deep into the mud. Our decision to not wear 50-50 tyres and instead go for full knobbies paid off. You can tell it paid off because these words are not written in the dense forest of Rhodope on a wet piece of paper. It rained the night before and that meant that the mud was fresh and the puddles were…