(written 9/4/2007)
We rose and went downstairs to a delicious breakfast of local specialties, all explained to us again - homemade blueberry jam, deep fried pancakes, cheeses, wow, what a change after some of the things we had made do with in recent times.
After a bit more of a chat, we assured the friendly girl that we would look at the handcrafts that the town had to offer - she wanted us to help the town's economy, not just hers personally.
So, after a difficult car extraction process helped by some of the locals who had appeared to park around us, leaving the minimal possible room, we drove around village, parking in the center for a look around. We wandered randomly through the friendly little back-streets, populated mostly by local craft-ware shops, but also interestingly with a high density of what appeared to be funeral notices pinned everywhere.
Not many of the shops were open at this time, but we picked one and grabbed some nice little cooking and serving pots, similar to the ones we had eaten out of for the last few days. After this, and a few photos, we loaded the car and drove out to the main road again to continue our journey West.
Heading along the "main road", we skirted around Sofia which we had decided not to go into, and then carried on North-West towards the Serbian border.
There, we found massive truck queues of at least a kilometer, which after observing some locals we decided we didn't need to wait for.
Before crossing, we tried to change our money but there was nowhere to do it, so we got in (faster) queue and headed
across to Serbia and Montenegro.