It's easy to reach – just past the village of Hlyabovo, on the road toward Bulgarska Polyana. A short path, a few steps down, and suddenly you find yourself standing before something that has withstood millennia. 🙆♂️
I can't say I was surprised – I knew what it looked like. And yet I was moved. Maybe because it was real. Stone upon stone, two chambers, silence and wind. And the thought that rituals once took place here, that this was an important site for people who lived so long ago.
I walked around it, stopped, gazed, tried to memorize every detail. I wasn't in a hurry. Places like this don't like to be rushed. 🤌
