I should have realized that something was up. Marce in the morning…well, let’s just say she lacks her usual effervescent twinkle in her eyes, at least until properly caffeinated. However this morning I find an unusually chipper navigator who has pre-programmed our destination into the GPS. Trusting but prudent, after the Google map blinks to life, I ask what’s a Novo Selo? “Not saying,” she says, “it’s a surprise.”
Well I’m game, at least we’re still in Bulgaria but as we pass through a small town called Novo Selo Google has us turnoff the gravel macadam onto a rough gravel “road”. Soon there is absolutely nothing within 360 degrees. Another turn and now we are raising up a cloud of dust on a rough rutted dirt road that hasn’t seen rain in years. What could possibly be out here? As we struggle up a steep rise, what little is here has been burned and dried out in the hot sun. Another turn to the left and it’s clear that there hasn’t been anyone here in a very long time.
We waited for the cloud of dust, we had stirred up, to settle. We were met with an otherworldly scene.
Things are largely made of chicken wire and concrete, and yes those are eggs.
Could it be that this represents a fever dream of the history of man?
Looks like the dinosaurs have been used for target practice, but I still think it’s going to be an eerie hot night.
Sweet dreams.