Yesterday’s weather forecast was a day late, it seems. The predicted snow, rain and wind came in force today, soaking me through on the 11km ride from my campspot to Inebolu. As I sit here in the internet cafe, it is still snowing the same slushy, haily gunk that the sky spat on me early this morning. My waterproof gear is great in its intended use, but when I am lying back on my recumbent, water gets through the front zips. Not pretty.
Before the skies dumped their contents on me however, the views from my campspot were thrilling.
The wet weather even made my dead neibour let up her stinking for a while.
Perhaps this is why the sea is called the Black Sea…