Apartment House Bulgaria 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!<br><br>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!<br><br>Once we had bags we went to the entrance and turned the mobile on...argh it ...

... a jar, unwarmed but for the toasted bun, and topped with sauce from a red bottle which proved to be not ketchup, but something sweet and spicy.<br><br>In summary: the Minister of Silly Walk, Shirley Temple and the Hogwarts Magic Hat followed Shaun of the Dead to a club where we sat for 2 hours next to Tony Soprano, before venturing upstairs for quasi-Turkish karaoke night, capped off with an hour long walk in a circle to eat a cold, boiled kebab proxy.<br><br>-Dave<br><br>

... place was non-existent and continued our search. We settled on a place called Mozzarellas, which ended up being really good. Hannah ordered pasta, I ordered pork chops, and we split an order of calamari. It was a great meal and the five of us spent less than 100 dollars including drinks. Afterwards, we wandered around and found a couple of bars, then went home. We went to bed early because we had to leave by 11am and it was going to be Hannah's birthday so we geared ourselves up for a big day.

... were not impressed. We then arrived at the train station to find we had missed the 7pm bus and there wasn't another one until 2230 (they go every hour or half an hour said our hostel guy) but maybe not after 7. We waited around in the bus station popping out to get a burger but mostly just waiting before we got on the bus at 2230. The bus was good though as they gave us all a free chocolate biscuit that could best be described as a Wagon Wheel.

... t let us do so. He made us sleep in one of his 2 beds in the cabin, without any discussion. We went to sleep right after 10 pm, we were exhausted by the previous night spent on a bus, then the morning at a coach station, and later on walking with the backpacks. Half an hour later on our Turkish driver came to the cabin and made us get up, by putting a torch into our eyes. We didn`t know what was going on. And then we realized that he`d brought... a ...

... little side room to see The Shooter. We did a little better the next day in town, more downpours, but we saw some of the old town and shopped for nice pottery. We decided to check out the Black Sea coast, headed out to Burgas on the train and then a bus up to Nessabar. We felt like we were in some kind of warped version of the Jersey shore meets florida meets disneyland. So touristy, nasty t-shirt shops and all. It was much better at night when everybody closed up ...

... jolly guy, a Bulgarian-- born and raised in Sofia, learning to speak English-- has a daughter my age who just graduated from the University in Sofia and who is now living in London. He called me Kat-ia, which I believe is a Bulgarian version of Katie, like Kasia is in Poland. My Bulgarian is only to laugh at, and his English is just beginning to develop, so our conversation went from hello, to "I don't understand" pretty quickly. I was able to ask ...

... much to the dismay of my Brother(wow... Im using alot of Brackets in this entry)). There was some Bulgarian Hip Hop also which was particularly funky. The Bulgarians really dance hard when the dance. I mean they put every thing into it. They dance becasue they love it and not to look cool (I do both ha ha). The next day it was off to Plovdiv the former capital of Bulgaria. A lazy town with a very quaint and relaxing feel to it. The weather fined up also which was good. 10 ...

... left as he was being escorted behind a rather sticky looking red velvet curtain. We got in around 6 am, and our day sightseeing in Sofia before the night train was ruined slightly as we didn't wake up until half two. We saw Paul in the common room of the hostel. His first word was 'Dirty'. Now, it was Polly's idea for us to come and visit Sofia, so Vinny and I both hope that we've not let her down with our tale. After all, we didn't mention football once..... xx

... noch nen netten Abend in Sofia haben. Ich waehlte das letztere, pennte bei dem Editor, Boris, und machte mich am naechsten Morgen auf den Weg - was nicht so smooth ablief, wie man das vielleicht denkt. Ein Euro fuer die Tram aus der Stadt, die dann die falsche war. 4 Euro fuer das Taxi zum richtigen Ort. Viele SMS waehrend der Strecke. Mein erstes Auto war dann ein Taxi ausser Dienst, mit einem Kerl, der seinen leiblichen Vater in Deutschland seit 13 Jahren sucht ...