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At the end of the tour, I asked our guide where to go get some good Bulgarian food. He recommended a great place, Izbata, not too far from where the tour ended. I would have never found it myself as it's tucked away in a basement, but the food there was great.
I ate with some people I met on the tour who were on a "family history" research vacation, and they were able to tell me about all the traditional Bulgarian dishes that they grew up with. But I ...
... a spavious courtyard and pleasantly decorated building. After Turkish non-service the staff were almost too friendly. The first impressions were suddenly beginning to thaw. From here we embarked on a short whistle stop tour if old town Sofia which, whilst not a world top ten capital city, did enough to convince us that first impressions should always be capable of reevaluation and the smart and attractive buildings turned this ugly duckling into an OK looking ...
Today is our last train ride (in europe) going from Bucharest (Romania) to Sofia (Bulgaria). Our compartment was packed with 8 setas (instead of the usual 6). There were 6 other people in our compartment. They are fresh grads just out of High School. It made me feel so old.
Especially after seeing how many sweets and McDonalds they ate! I think it would be awesome to grow up in Europe. There are so ...
... to drink for what totaled in dollars to be five dollars. God, how I love that exchange rate!!!
In early 2013, Bulgarians began protesting the high cost of high electricity and hot water bills resulting from monopoly in the sphere. The protests soon turned against the leader of Bulgaria, Boyko Metodiev Borisov, who has an image of tough guy man of the people, was forced to resign. A lot of Bulgarians believe that ...
... to be playing catch-up) and were unpleasantly miffed when arriving at our pre-reserved "hotel du globe" at 10 pm only to find no rooms available. This is where Mousier No Problem (aka I have no clue what I’m doing because I’m drunk and in search of women) enters our life.
We arrived in Paris with a few extra pounds (both kinds!) but no Euros. After exchanging looks for almost an hour Mr. No Problem put us in two cabs ...