Travel Blogs from Bankya
We hiked up to Ivan Rila's tomb. Had some time on our own with the ward who introduced us to the tame robins that flew on my hand.
Many Bulgarians come up to this place for religious reasons, leave whishes in the wall, fetch source's water. Interesting to see where the Orthodox Church leaves room for connectedness with nature. I however don't believe that Ivan slept in this cave for 7 years without even preparing himself a mattress.
The Rila forest has something farytale-like to it. Humidity even supports this image, you smell the wood rotting, mushrooms growing.
Magnolia Hotel is a nice place to stay. They kindly accepted us to check-in again after our failed attempt to cross the ...
... men would've found him, they would've
killed him for desertion.
Rashid fled all the way to England - getting across borders
by hiding in the backs of trucks. Now, he had a British passport.
I left him at the Serbian-Bulgarian border, since he would
be stopping in nearby Sofia today. I sought a quick ride to Turkey.
Instead, I found a new hitchhiking companion ...
A girl with curly brown ...
I travelled on an overnight train (12 hours) from Bucharest to Sofia. Just like Bucharest, Sofia (population 1.2M), is just another capital city. I only planned to spend a few hours here before proceeding to Plovidv by an afternoon train. (I also opted not to visit the famous Black Sea coast resort towns because they are mostly deserted at this time of the year.) I left my backpack at the Left Baggage at the train station and walked to the city center. The two ...
Hostel Mostel really has it figured out. The organisation of their space is genius. There is a kitchen for cooking, but the brilliance is how they create community. Their breakfasts are good and that brings people to the common room. There are three tables, seating twelve, and then two loveseats for two more. Fellow travellers have an occasion to meet each other. Mostel offers a pasta dinner too, and a free beer. On top of that, they have two computers ...