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After 4 hours of being somewhat cramped into a dumpy 2 door Volkswagen Golf driving through the mountains of Montenegro and into Herzegovina (the southern area of what is more commonly known as Bosnia), we finally made it to our hostel in Mostar. But of course, because everything on this trip has seemed to work out, our non-English speaking driver somehow knew the exact hostel we had booked and the owner personally. He conveniently called ahead to make sure everything was ...
... that included the word bus and the name of some city. After talking to a few others, we determined that at one station we had to get on a bus to another station and then back on the train. Unfortunately, no one knew when we were getting to the station, so we had to stay awake and watch for it. It arrived at about 3:30 in the morning. Everyone piled onto buses for a really long two hour drive. I think that to fit in the bus, you ...
... enjoyed walking around my city! One can easily stroll around Sofia without a plan and purpose just like we did today, and still have a fabulous time stopping at shops, cafes, open air markets and museums or just checking out the architecture. Most of the buildings in Sofia's center date from late 19th to early 20th century and even though some need work, they are still gorgeous. Now it's time for some R&R at home with my family!
... photo of a gypsy boy ******* on it generated enough controversy that it was moved to a local museum. * Not so lucky was the former communist leader Georgi Dimitrov who had been entombed in a colossal mausoleum, a la Lenin and Mao, in front of the old Royal Palace. The mausoleum had been built in six days. In 1990, the new government loaded it with dynamite and detonated it on TV. The charges exploded, but the structure was undamaged. Three more attempts failed before it was ...
... quite a sight, depressed looking metallers sipping rose like English ladies... Finally, my favorite Bulgarian male was a taxi driver. We needed to get a cab to go slightly out of town in Sofia, and were weary as we approached a beaten up old cab parked on the street by itself. I immediately recoiled as I saw the driver. He was fat. He was hairy. He had a huge moustache and looked like he hadn't shaved in weeks. And he was dressed in grey three stripe track ...
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- Swimming pool
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