Caleb, being the beautiful man that he is, agreed to drive all day through Bulgaria to save a flagging Alf and Rich who essentially slept on a bed of gravel and weeds with only a pillow for comfort. As if that wasn’t
punishment enough, Alf became victimised by the other two teams playing the
t-e-n game. Any time someone utters the word “ten”, wherever they are, whatever
they are doing, no matter how socially inappropriate it may seem, the guilty
party must drop and give ten.
Much to the delight of everyone, team
Rub-a-dub-dub were all pants at this game, but especially Alf whose pectoral
muscles by this point were so obliterated he was struggling to change gear. We’re
hoping a quick flash of his new buff double d-cup breasts might help us across
the Russian border later in the trip. In good time we found the Golden Fish
Campsite near Burgas, set up the tents and enjoyed a bolognese dinner.
Posted by: Rich