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- Continental Breakfast
- Airport Transportation
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
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... because the only time I'd done that before I'd got royally ripped off, but now it looked like we had no choice. To guard against being ripped off I got Dave to take a photo of their listed rates. Maybe the driver we ended up with had seen us do this (or maybe he was just nice and honest), because as it turned out we didn't get ripped off at all.
It was snowing in Sofia. Inside Sofia Airport it was lovely and warm ...
Jesse and Elizabeth are married.
Jesse. Mr Posh Nosh.
Elizabeth...graduated to The *****; some people just turn you off.
Roger and Celia are married.
Roger...The Dufus...he liked to play the goof at times.
Celia...The Hat...for her chapeau.
Red and Tony were an item but u/k marital status.
She...Red for her flaming red lid.
Tony...The Mouse for his quiet ways.
James and Mary are presumably married.
... the nightclub. Ivan left the pretty waitress with regret having flirted shamelessly, but she kept shaking her head at him. As we were to learn later, is that shaking the head in Bulgaria actually means 'yes'!! We went to a recommended nightclub called 'Nightflight'. Ivan and Vlad felt very nostalgic. However there was no one on the streets, no one outside the club or on line except 8 hulking bouncers that were doing their best ...
... consume anything that could cause bathroom problems or excessive frequency on travel days. Today, I have failed. I type this last paragraph on the (day) bus from Sofia to Belgrade. A day bus. Left at 9am. To put it bluntly, I'm a morning guy. Except this morning. Nothing. So, right after we cleared customs I had to go. Go go. Basic facilities. I walk in, pay the 20 dinars, and find my throne...not. Luckily they at least had TP, most don't. I was victorious in the end. We'll see how India ...
... to take a picture at one stall to capture the Cyrillic names for common vegetables, but the owner, an older man with a wooly beard, waves me off - Neh, neh, neh, neh! - thus nipping my industrial espionage scheme in the bud. Outside the food stands are rows of small stalls selling everything from bras to plumbing supplies (though never both in the same stall). One shop offers wines directly from barrels and customers fill plastic bottles from the spigots. At a mobile ...