Days Thirty-One & Thirty-Two, We do like to be beside the seaside

As the river splits into its watery delta, we leave its side to bee line for the Black Sea, potentially finishing the last 150km today. We've cycled over 400km in the last 3 days to get within touching distance, but it turned out to be a stage too far, as we have a small mountain range to negotiate before we can see the sea. Still, the first signs for Constanta are encouraging.

Ferry crossing into Bulgaria, our eighth country, though we barely stay in there. 

The 'ferry' was a floating platform pushed by a nifty barge driver... ominous signs as Flora starts to feel unwell and curls up quietly.

Off the ferry, cobbled climbs, not helping Flora feel any better...

Stopping for water she clearly isn't well, photo shows post vomit tooth brushing, bless her. We know we need to find a place where she can get her head down, but each hilly kilometre is now torture.

Most exotic road user so far.

Harvey gets us into a room for the night with some clever drawings to get across the point.

Next day, Flora still isn't perfect but we decide to troop on. Half way through a truly tough and pretty awful day, we hit our most significant landmark -2875km!

A busy traffic heavy run into Constanta, lots of drinks stops, and signs regularly upping the distance to the city, we finally see the sea at the end of a road, high fives, collapse, photo for the Herald in quite disgusting but well used Macmillan t-shirts...