Grand Hotel Pomorie
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- TV Channel One Russia
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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Ringing the changes for breakfast - Jerry had the continental (all kinds of cheese and meat and a particularly odd looking sausage) and I had the French (bit of a shock when you're expecting a croissant and it's full of chocolate, but managed to struggle through more than I should).
And I realised who the restaurant guy is - he's the creepy man you'd expect to open the front door if you visited Dracula's castle! I haven't seen him smile at all, but now suspect it's to ...
... Jerry tried the cold soup (torrator????) like runny tzatziki in a glass to be drunk through a straw. How odd - it tasted fine, and I honestly think that if I ate it with a spoon, I'd like it. But couldn't get past drinking garlic through a straw. I guess I'm not ready for Heston yet!
Back to old town for more mooching around cobbled streets, a fascinating look at an exhibition of old ...
... bit tricky to drive to and find our hotel because we a had to have a permit to drive into the old town, but once here, we have a lovely room with everything we need - except a kettle. I asked for one at reception. Response: 'Ve don't hev. Maybe restaurant hev hot vater.' (No smile). Gave up and bought a cup off tea in said restaurant where the only problems were the over vigilant owner making it difficult for me to eat the cake I had smuggled in ...
To day was just about travelling to the boarder so I could cross it tomorrow, but as I was passing Sredets I was going to pop in in and say hi to Nock and Jo. Nick had already mentioned about staying the night but that was not the original idea. I was good to see them again so decided to stay the night and set of first thing in the ...
... I went beachcombing but didn't see much apart from purple and white mussel shells.
From the beach we wandered back to the Old Town, where we were due to catch the 17.30 bus back to Burgas. We had a little bit of time to kill until then, so we walked over to a shop with an ice cream cabinet outside the front with jars of fig jam on top. Dave almost bought a jar but then backed out. An ice cream kept me going until the bus arrived.