This beautiful sunday morning we tried to check out from Bulgaria as they couldnt do our papers the day before. Appointed at 9am still a bit weak from a very exhausting night, no one is there to give us the stamp. A couple of hours later some border police officers rock up being confused and angry with us shout at us wtf we doing here and that we can leave now. Well we have to leave now. But where is Steffi (the women) they wonder. We end the game by promising not to do any illegal business and leave as soon as possible. Good old border police hospitality. Still that does not stop us from having a little sit it with the local sailing club from next door. Very kind people organising sail and boat education trips for about 200 school kids for the fun of it.

Finally we taking off, rolling slowly downstream having a little trouble with that zick zack around the islands. The currents here are tricky. We almost get sucked into a strong (apple) strudel and just manage to rescue us to an sandy island where nothing seems to flow as in the outside world. Ilie is organising an traditional Romanian Ciorba workshop discussing bout social standards in eastern Europe.