Hemus Hotel Sofia
31, Cherni vrah st Sofia, 1421, Bulgaria
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Pop-Folk Shisha
... full of rectangular Soviet-style housing and the inevitable smog of a big city. The center, however, is artsy and chic, and the variety in architecture is surprisingly appealing.
We met up with a large group of friends for drinks and I wowed people with my favorite new party trick-- reading the menu in Bulgarian and then ordering in Bulgarian. To be fair, all you need to ...
Breakfast in Sofia, Dinner in Istanbul
... impressed by the entire place, Bangkok's Night Bazaar was much more interesting. However, if you're in the mood for amazingly bad fake Louis Vitton, Burberry, or Prada, you've found the place...and don't forget to get your Chanel #5 on the way out from the guys dealing out of plastic bag on the sidewalk. We may go back tomorrow to have some more apple tea in a carpet dealer's shop...bunch of damn tourists.
On the walk back to the hotel we bought a "half ...
What's Bulgarian for Cheshire Oaks?
... minutes late, which wasn't too bad. Got a taxi from the station up to the hostel (after avoiding a dodgy taxi, the one good piece of advice my American chum gave me...) which only cost about £1. This was ave taster of just how cheap this country is to be in. I have managed to spend no more than £15 a day (one bigger purchase notwithstanding) every day since I've been here, including accommodation and even on New Year's Eve.
In addition to this, ...
All fine in the end
... we pleaded, we used harsh langauge and we threatened the van but it still didn't start. A newly arrived Chrissy pointed out that Rich was shouting at the van in English and that Miryana needed to translate. Annoyingly, this didn't work.
Despite it being a warmer start weather wise (although it soon started snowing) than the last few days the fuel had frozen in the lines due to it being full of summer fuel. Stuck in the snow due to the wrong kind ...
Time to break the spell
... found myself with my arms up on the seats in front of me, peering out the windshield, winding through mountain villages and feeling the joy of not seeing a Walmart or a strip mall between towns. Just forest and stars. Only this time I slept more, understood a bit better, and expected much less. Not in a bad way. It’s just I didn’t anticipate falling into a city with chimneys on every rooftop puffing out charming clouds of winter warmth, where ...



