Nomad Earth

Another night on a pebble beach. I paddle into the village harbour to be duly greeted by the Border Patrol, marched to the station and set free before breakfast. I paddle a couple of hours to the next public beach in front of typical tourist places. It's Sunday so there are a ton of people on the beach. By about half one it's just getting too hot and I steer back out into the surf. An hour later I'm hit by high winds and although I'm pretty far out I can just see the little red flags dancing in the wind which announce 'no swimming'. Literally washed up at Kranevo I get a room at a nice hotel and a parking space for my kayak. All for twenty Euro. Do I care? Nah, I'm at the Black Sea :)