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... not suggest that questions would be welcome so we dutifully did as told. A short while later we were passing through the communist identikit concrete passport control, which was a typically tense affair - featuring a bag search - save for random questions one of the guards asked about our respective life experiences. About three jolty, window slamming, hours later I was woken by tapping on the bus window and shouting of "change now" and it appeared ...
... built during the era of communism in Bulgaria. One of the most fascinating things was how they incorporate the ruins in the underground subway stations.
Lunch was at a Bulgarian restaurant. I had a "traditional" hotplate that was made of a variety of meats with sauteed veggies. It went really well with bread. I added lots of paprika to give the dish an extra kick of spice too =).
... Because they were Runners Up in the 1994 Quidditch World Cup. I kid you not. Yes, I know it isn’t real but I love Harry Potter and this was just joyful. I walked the streets of Sofia wanting to cheer the passers-by: ‘you were runners up in ’94!’ but I managed to hold it in. And I’m sad to say that this is really all I have to write about Sofia, Bulgaria. Not the most interesting capital city, I’m afraid. It’s probably why they all took to ...
... The route to the venue took less than 15 minutes, so I was feeling good about my evening commute. I had intended to checked out the National Art Museum, but, since it was such a nice day, I just kept on walking. Sofia has a number of lovely small parks, and I eventually ending up on their "shopping street", Vitosha Blvd. It is a road completely closed to cars and open to pedestrians. I had planned to only walk a block or two. I walked the whole thing. ...
... into position, ready to put my arm around his bulky camouflaged shoulder and say (Bulgarian) "cheese".
Still smiling, on the verge of chuckling, "Nay!" he NODDED. This time, he put up his hand, waving me away. I took it as a sign of personal embarrassment and made a counter offer.
"Ok, how about the jeep? Can I get a picture of the jeep?!"
Still chuckling, "nay, nay" he NODDED. I moved into position, ready to take the picture.
He jumped off ...