I wasn’t thinking of writing about that day at all. I was just going to add
a current photo but the afternoon was a unique experience. So it is worth
sharing it.
On the early May afternoon we set out for the Northern Black Sea Coast and
the final target Durankulak. We planned to return and on our way back to see
whatever we could. We didn’t have a specific route; we just wanted to breathe
some fresh air and to have a delightful afternoon in the open.
The road wasn’t busy and we travelled calmly despite the holidays. The only
annoying thing was the chasing dark, stormy clouds. I wanted to take photos of
the sunset and only to enjoy the walk.
So we reached Durankulak. We were off to the lake island where the ancient,
well …the most ancient ruins were situated – an evidence of life in Europe.
Unfortunately, that year the water level was too high and was flooding the
narrow road.
Stormy clouds reached us again. The wind was
getting stronger which wasn’t a good sign.
The sun was turning up and then hiding and its rays reflected the lake like
searchlights.
A bird was flying from time to time and the noises of the lake resembled a
symphony orchestra.
We stopped in Shabla. The sky
looked in such a way as if it had already rained or the rain had simply skipped
it. The afternoon sunshine was soft and one could enjoy looking at the
landscape.
Some fishermen had occupied the area and waved their fishing-rods in
synchronization. Their movements resembled: ‘One, two, three, pull, pause,
relax!!! One, two, three, pull, pause, relax!’
All of a sudden my attention was attracted by something deeper in the
sea. Those were the dolphins. ‘It isn’t possible!!’ I saw free dolphins for the
first time. ‘This is amazing!’ They dipped into the water with grace and came
up to the surface. However, I wasn’t prepared to take photos of them. :)
Many times when Shabla is mentioned, Bay Pesho and his pub are mentioned
as well. That time we decided to see what ‘At Bay Pesho’s’ actually was and why
it had always been a symbol of Shabla. Following the sign boards we went to the shore itself.
A metal construction and steep stairs were leading to the door. It turned
out that we were at the right place but we had entered through the back
entrance. It was marked immediately that we were there for the first time.
There was nothing else apart from fish and chips. However, it was supposed to
be like that. The fish soup and caviar that had been homemade were praised. We
tried them – and definitely they deserved the praise. And Bay Pesho’s homemade
white wine was muscat – exquisite. Bay Pesho looked like a real seaman who came
from a novel – the typical marine T-shirt, the curled up eyebrows, the beard
and the tan. As if he would take his seaman’s hat from the hanger next to the
door, get on the boat and go deep into the sea. He was more interested in
finding a not so expensive, small, two doors jeep than going to the mountains
on winter holidays ‘for a fur cap and a dress’, he meant his wife and him.
The
idea of going to the modest pub was quite appropriate in regards to the spot
for taking photos.
Suddenly I
happened to be on the other side of the lighthouse in a bay where the sea had
thrown away a lot of seaweed and there were some ‘parked’ boats, the water, the
waves, the stones and me.
I went out a few
times to take photographs as dark clouds started coming up and at some point
lightnings began flashing.
Well, there wasn’t a sunset or at least the one I was expecting. Even the
whole orientation went wrong somehow. My vision was that sun had to be
somewhere behind the lighthouse but Shabla was located at a definite curve of
the coast, and the sun turned out to be behind my back. It was strange. The
feeling was as if the sun was eastwards. We even took out the compass. At the
last minute, the sunshine lit the clouds. It was very beautiful.
After a while the sky became almost black.
The lighthouse began giving lights and performing its role as a reference
point for those who were deep at sea. The lightnings struck around it and soon
after that thunders roared in the area.
It was time to go.
Bay Pesho and his wife were hospitable and funny. We had a great time
there.
We were just about to leave and the first raindrops started falling down on
the windscreen. Lightnings split up the area and exclamations such as
‘wooooow’, ‘ohhhh’ and ‘did you see that?’ were heard in our car. There was
always someone who missed an interesting scene. There was vapour going up from
the asphalt. The car lights were lighting it and we were like in a horror
movie. Shortly afterwards the rain stopped and a huge full moon goggled at us.
Lightnings kept on cutting the sky around it. The red lights of the wind
generators sparkled in the dark. The whole picture was inspiring. We tried to
take photos but the darkness said its word.
The usual afternoon turned into an extraordinary outing.
Sometimes it is
nice when man flows naturally with the current. Who knows what man can come
upon?!
Shabla and its area may fall into the favourite places category …
Shabla and its area may fall into the favourite places category …
The theory was confirmed again that no matter how many times you visit a
place, the spot itself and the experience are always different!
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