Onwards towards the Great Balkan National Park

Oh yes, things come in threes don’t they?! After the raspberry farm  I took a tumble from the horse (as I found out his name was Lesco); apparently pigeons can tear his heart out so he jumped five yards sideways and left me in thin air, gravity then took over and my backside hit the ground first… boy, I really didn’t need that! A day later and Nikoli’s big black dog had a nibble on Marian’s leg. It wasn’t long before he nibbled my arm then, when I least expected it, he took the chance and had a fairly big chunk of my leg. Ouch- a bit of blood and a much more swollen leg than before. Something like “I don’t believe it” sprang to mind. Holy cow is this what the trip was going to be like? I began to wonder if I’d make it in one piece!!!!!! Anyway the weather was absolutely brilliant- gosh is it like this all the time? How lucky was I to have such gorgeous weather and plenty of wild raspberries to eat? Oh, and not forgetting the bilberries too. Did meet a lot of people picking bilberries and some of them even brought a minibus up the mountain (gotta get one of these Russian ones, don’t think any other minibus would be able to do this). The ridge line was beautiful but… what was this?… a huge open cast mine demolishing a small mountain!!! Oh it was a gold mine, a whopper. Saw herds of horses which usually included one with a bell around its neck- apparently these were not wild but belonged to someone further down the mountain. Apparently the EU pay to have horses graze the mountains to help keep  the forest from taking over the high pastures and meadows. Well at least they are paid for something tangible unlike the area payments in Western Europe. I do think that you should only be paid for things you do, not just have the money as a handout. The National Park was not far away and I was looking forward to spending six or so days traversing through it…

About Sadeik

You may ask why "Sadeik" well it means friend in arabic. Worked in Jordan a lot doing tree surgery you see. I have worked in forestry since I left school with a two years in Telecom. Went back to forestry and tree surgery as it may not have paid as much but was far more interesting and dangerous. Spent a lot of years mountaineering, caving and canoeing too. At 29 I went to Bangor University to study Forestry and soil science then did an MSc in Water engineering all very interesting. By a quirk of fate in 1995 ended up helping sort out the woodland and park at Wimpole, funny thing was then I only intended to stay six months or so, but 18 years later I'm still here learning all the time. That's the best bit, if I wasn't able to learn something new every year I would not have stayed and as you get older you realise that the grass is not so green in the next field after all. In fact my patch is getting greener while much of the rest is getting browner.
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