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... His badge says his name is 'George', but, in my book, he's definitely an Igor!
We decided to explore a bit further south and have a look at Sozopol. It's another ancient town, but not a World Heritage site like this one. Took about an hour to drive there - managed to resist the temptation to stop in Burgas this time - and arrived in one piece despite some of the dreadful driving we saw.
The old town was very pretty, with wooden cladding on the outside of ...
... 13 / 14 century churches. Also lots of gift shops and leather shops with very reasonable prices - got my eye on a handbag, but don't tell Jerry!
Think we managed to see most of it and walk around the perimeter sussing out beaches for later before stopping for coffee above the harbour, seeing a lovely old car and making some new friends! (See photos)
Then we walked across ...
... but made tolerable by the fast new road and we were in Burgas after a cloudy, rainy two and a half hours.
I guess the the weather did Burgas no favours, but the beach was long and sandy and the gardens along the seafront made for a pleasant stroll to the pedestrianised main street. Lots of bars and restaurants (including the ubiquitous Irish Bar), souvenir type shops and an aroma that took me straight back to Blackpool. Anyway, it was good to ...
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.