There are two parts of picturesque Bulgaria which are off-
the beaten track – the south-east borderland (with Greece and Turkey) and the entire
stretch of the Danube in the north. A small but fascinating book on the Danube
Riverside which I picked up in a Sofia store had a substantial section on the town of Svishtov (birthplace of artists Nikolae Tanev, Alexander Bozhinov and Nikolae
Parvevitch) persuaded me to take a detour
for it – despite the bank of fog which was darkening the otherwise cloudless
skies over norther Bulgaria. It was a worthwhile journey – through small desolated
settlements and rolling hills until I reached a town which has seen much better days. In its heyday it was a bustling city which history (and shifting transport patterns) have left isolated.
Having viewed a few of the old houses, I took the road for
Russe and, a few kilometres out of Svishtov, hit an amazing sight – what
appeared to be a building site was in fact the reconstruction of the old Roman
camp of Novae and I was lucky enough to meet up with the Polish archaeologist who
had been working the site for 35 years!
There is a nice little guide here about visiting the site which gives an excellent sense of the whole area. And I learned that this was the very site from which the Russians launched the campaign in July 1877 which brought Bulgaria independence from the Ottoamn Empire - I had earlier passed through one of the villages which houses a grand house which was the Russian HQ. Several hundred Russian soldiers lost their life here........
There is a nice little guide here about visiting the site which gives an excellent sense of the whole area. And I learned that this was the very site from which the Russians launched the campaign in July 1877 which brought Bulgaria independence from the Ottoamn Empire - I had earlier passed through one of the villages which houses a grand house which was the Russian HQ. Several hundred Russian soldiers lost their life here........
The subsequent drive to Russe was very beautiful - with the autumn leaves in their most glorious foleage.
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