Pop Bogomil Hotel Sofia

got to the airport at half 4 in the morning, flight left on time at half 6, 3 seats between the two of us wohoo i can stretch out!

Got off the plane and was sooo excited I was going to see my dad in the next half hour I wanted to just leave the bas and get outside and meet him!! gray had to calm me down a bit!

Once we had bags we went to the entrance and turned the mobile on...argh it ...

... most were not. We went to buy our train ticket to Budapest and we couldn't understand our choices that the woman was giving us. We were just asking a few questions and she started shaking her head, messing up her hair, heavily breathing and raising her voice. Not a fun experience, but it was still hard not to laugh.
We did go to a soccer game. It was the Bulgarian team in the European Championship League. They were playing Hungry. We were told we had good seats. When we arrived ...

... speak to the conductor to see what could be done. As I spoke no Russian, I was there for moral support, and to get out of the room. The conductor sympathized with us, and seemed exceedingly sad that we had no Vodka to pass the time. He mentioned that fact several times, as if a bottle of Grey Goose would have solved all our problems. He liked Peter for some reason so promised to do his best to make amends. After another couple of hours he came to the cabin and said ...

... Greek and Roman occupation. There were artefacts here which began with Neolithic times but the most fascinating for me were the Thracian relics and the Roman statues. They had some magnificent gold grave goods dating to Thracian times with jewellery, death masks and other artefacts. There were also some fabulous helmets and bronze and silver armour decorations. The Roman remnants included many stele and friezes from tombs as well as a huge headless statue of Fortuna. All these ...

... My office buddies (of two NGO's: Bulgarian Environmental Partnership Foundation & Bike Evolution)seem really nice and speak english pretty well. Cycling here is a big adventure... People who undertake this action seem to be fanatics/environmentalists /adrenaline junkie or just out of their mind... (combinations are more likely to exist). The first days I felt pretty alone in the streets.. The traffic is chaos! There ...

... office) Our next stop was Veliko Tarnavo which became sort of an ordeal. super hot bus, we thought the air conditioner was broken, but the driver just had it off...torture!!! The town has a big castle that has a big light show at night. We did our wander, searched for shopska salad and just hung out in the room. We got a taxi driver, (dobre, somehow scheming to leave bulgaria), to take us to some nearby villages for the day, Arbanassi and Tryvana. did some more ...

... in my head... it's pretty hard not to. That song is a lot like a broken record-- In case you aren't familiar, the lyrics to the song are: "I've got the power" (guitar riff, some synthetic beats) then, "I've got the power."Now repeat. Five minutes later--you've got a classic 80s song! Not to go on about the radio, but soon after these songs played, an American rap song came on. The lyrics were explicit, as you can imagine without me needing to go ...

... Bulgaria (or perhaps its to Turkey where the train ended up). Everyone on board had at least 10 or so cartons stashed on them. The people in the carriage next to us (i was travelling with some aussies i had met) had i dont know how many. They were using screwdrivers to undo the panneling, the roof, everything and storing as many as they could. When the customs got on the train they must have known what was going on because they checked ...

... then joined by a nice Serbian chap who deposited several bags under the seats and then left. Every ten minutes or so he would come back, make some polite conversation, say "Don't worry, be happy", and then leave again. Literally everyone in the whole car is doing it. There was one rather hairy moment when, due to a communications error, he became convinced that Vinny was an English Government Official and I was a Catholic Minister. As I'm sure you can imagine, this gave ...

... bedeutet: Ein betrunkener Jugendlicher Wachmann samt Schlagstock, auf dem Hauptplatz, ging gut gelaunt in den Feierabend - ueber die Strasse gegangen schnappte er sich einen Mann, der dort war (es war weit weg, aber ich denke es war ein Zigeuner), und schlug ihm ins Gesicht, ein anderer Typ ging dazwischen, aber es dauerte ne Runde, bis das geloest war... Soviel bis hierhin, jetzt freue ich mich eigentlich nur noch darauf, mal in Ruhe arbeiten zu koennen. Aber das ...