Hill Hotel Sofia
James Boucher Blvd. 76 Sofia, 1407, Bulgaria
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Pop-Folk Shisha
... to say is "hello," the drink of your choice, and "thank you" (благо 076;аря). I was then tested by being asked to read the more difficult items on the menu, and even congratulated on my pronunciation of the ever-difficult "uuh" sound. Yes!
Our group dwindled down to five and we continued on with our night. I was promised some ...
Breakfast in Sofia, Dinner in Istanbul
... sandwich from a guy wielding a 3' knife and sat on the base of Constantine's Column which legend reports houses the axe Noah used to build the ark. I'm doubtful...
As we worked our way back to the hotel we visited the Hippodrome, which is getting a make-over with all new landscaping and pavers through-out, to visit the Egyptian Obelisk which was proliferated by Constantine from the city of Luxor. The Serpentine Column is getting a facelift, so its not visible ...
What's Bulgarian for Cheshire Oaks?
... have generally been absolutely lovely and very helpful. I have no idea where that guy got the impression that they were all awful, the border police notwithstanding. On my first day over lunch (when I was seated on the same table as a Bulgarian woman due to lack of space) I was invited out to a New Year's event the next night (which I eventually decided against going to.)
As for things I have done, on the first day I had a nice walk around the ...
All fine in the end
... we are starting to feel at home. It was eventually sorted and we are back to two vehicles in time for a big day tomorrow.
The real business of the day included a visit to Skravena school and kindergarten to give out Christmas boxes which is always a pleasure. Skravena is a typical Bulgarian village near to the town of Botevgrad and we have been distributing at the school for a fair few years now. The village is home to the House of Joshua - ...
Time to break the spell
... scarce to come by and the air was quiet and clean, streets so green you could walk barefoot through them to greet your neighbor. No, I think there must have been a fairy tale I read that made me dream of the Balkans as such, or some vinyl I remember listening to in 1988 when I would spend hours looking at the mountain scene on the album cover, probably featuring yodelers and a goat or two. No, this time I knew what not to expect in my city of 50,000 people.
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