Intersof Hostel Sofia

... hmm that can of coke cost us 2 pound 50 (I though Bulgaria was supposed to be cheap!!) and she couldn't give us some coins. got change in the exchange office then as we went to the pay phone I saw my dad outside. Didn't even need the damn change! hugs kisses hellos then in the car to start the 5 HOUR car journey to Srebarna...argh! On the told the father about the most expensive can of coke in the ...

... us to his wife in the kitchen who started to rustle-up some grub whilst the big lad fetched cold beers and his own home made grape brandy - beware if you ever get here! A couple of tumblers of this rocket fuel and a couple of beers put us all almost under the table! We staggered out of the bar and headed back towards our hotel, thinking it must be miles and after a few minutes we managed to hail a taxi ...

... We took our bags and stuff with us to the market so from there we jumped on the tram and headed to the airport at the far end of Sofia. It was really interesting seeing how the city changed so abruptly, we went from a nice part of the city into some really slum-like areas. In fact on the way there a man jumped on a few stops away from the airport, and we was that really weird color of dirt and tan mixed together...and for whatever reason he decided he was a compass in ...

... that before I went there I should at least take a look in the Happy Bar and Grill, purely for reasons of objectivity obviously. I walked past the Grill's endless outdoor tables and found my way inside. The stories were true. The waitresses, all exceptionally attractive, ran around distributing large portions of Bulgarian food in exceptionally short skirts. I had to admire the fact that this place actually lived up to its reputation- apart from the bit about them ...

... clımbs and descents. However, I managed to save Freddy the Fearless from the jaws of death. Up untıl then he'd been strapped to the front of the basket, my fırst lıne of defence. We steadied our nerves and tried to beat off the chıll wıth a lunch time tipple, again thanks to Ernest ın Sombor. I'm starting to become somethıng of a celebrity ın the little towns and villages I stop in. The people are only too happy to help. But, out of the cities, few ...

... it even has a gym and sauna with massages. We went out to a cool outdoor bar for a bit then into the "best nightclub in Bulgaria", which was fun. Taxis are the cheapest thing I have ever seen. Two 15 min taxi rides cost a total of 6 liev, which is roughly 4 US Dollars. For two taxi rides of 4 people. Insane. Everythings that cheap as well, its fantastic. Anwyways, tomorrow we see the city...

... I did tell the tram lady I was going to leave her country if she was going to be inhospitable and targetting tourists and backpackers. I know they want the easy money by tricking a tourist. But it's not doing anything good for the tourism industry if they do that. These stories will get around. So I ran and hid but they didn't follow. Now I'm at the local telecommunications building and using their internet cheap and I found a well recommended hostel for ...

... Later, out of jail, he goes back to drugs, can't hold a job, is generally miserable. This gets worse, he eventually decides he wants to end it all. He manages to acquire enough heroin to overdose, finds a place to sharpen his rusty needle, and prepares to do the deed. The needle breaks off, so he slits his wrist and tries to cram it in direct from plunger thing. He fails, wakes up the next day, chooses not to get his methodone, and ...

... hours ago, took one look around and decided to hunker down 'til the next train for Thessalonica comes through in about five hours." She spoke the words fast and nervously between pulls on the cigarette. When you're really afraid there's nothing that will buoy you up faster than finding someone who is even more frightened than you are, I thought. A cab driver found us. Ellen told him that we wanted to go to the Hotel Maya in downtown Sofia. The ...

... tags in the U.S., whose meaning I could only begin to guess. One wall near Alex' apartment, oddly enough, features a huge, stylized portrait of a Native American. Our first trip out of town was to Rila Monastary, and on to Blagoevgrad. As is our custom, Alex and I sat down for a cup of coffee at a café near the monastery and accidentally stayed there for three hours. Many coffees, teas, beers, and salads later, we explored the woods around the monastery and then ...