Yesterday was my 35th anniversary. And I spend it on the road. Traveling from Sapareva Banja, Bulgaria to Delcevo, Macedonia. What I thought to be an easy ride was a hard one. Trying to avoid the heavy traffic on the highway, I took a smaller road between Bobosevo and Blagoevgrad. According to my map the roads connected, in reality there is no passage. Not preoccupied (h , I enjoyed the scenery and returned for a ride of 7km. Then it starts raining and had to wait for an hour before it stopped. Already late in the afternoon I though I just had 2 hours to go to reach mi destination. Boy was I wrong. The 25 of the 36 km separating Blagoevgrad and Delcevo, are uphill, going from 400m to 1100m. It took me 3 hours to reach the border. Starting to get stressed out, thinking that the check point would be closed, I reached the border. Their I encountered a beautiful sight, 1 km of cars waiting their turn to pass the border. It gave me a great feeling that, it was now my turn to pass all those vehicles. Some people on the side of the road congratulated me for my effort and clapped (“we like” they said) , this is my comparison with competition cyclist reaching the end line at the Tour de France (I know, I’m exaggerating). After crossing the border I just had to let gravity do the work and reached Delcevo in a breeze.