It all the time amazes me how the panorama can change so dramatically when crossing from one nation to the subsequent. Biking by means of Turkey was like driving by means of a colorless desert in the course of Africa, however as quickly as I crossed the border and made my means into Bulgaria the panorama appeared to immediately turn into thick woods splashed with fall colours.
I snapped these two images simply moments after crossing into Bulgaria on the Derekoy border crossing and moments earlier than biking into the tiny city of Malko Tarnovo, Bulgaria.