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... alphabet for me: blagodhia. I paid by credit card and tipped in cash but was sorry that I didn't have more small stuff to give him.
On my way back from dinner, I ran into the Russian Orthodox Church and took a few photos of the sun shining on the cupolas but nothing spectacular. I decided I might as well try to see the Alexander Nevsky Church while I was at it. I almost gave up .... and there it was. I was beginning to get a bit disoriented. After this, ...
... have all been through the country since many centuries before good old J.C. saw the light of day. As such, one would expect that Sofia would be teeming with history, but because Bulgaria chose the wrong side in the last world war, many things have been destroyed by enemy bombing. Of course, decades of Soviet occupancy didn't help either.
The capital itself is located on a plateau 545 metres above sea level at the foot ...
... at for taking photos inside, but hey, I turned my flash off so that should count for something. Bulgarians apparently like ice cream, or fozen yogurt to be more exact...there are yogurt stands on every street, and boy, was it good! We'll be having some more tomorrow before we leave here. Browsed through a couple shops, didn't see anything that caught our eye except a post card, will try tomorrow at the women's market before we fly out ...
... to eat as a meal. It seemed ironic that in the relatively wealthy West our fruit and vegetables are so bland and and homogenised in comparisson to the food here. It was also interesting eating with Kaptain who is a bio chemist and is very into nutrition. He's also the only person I've met who's travelled with and electric juicer.
Sofia itself was quite a small uninteresting city. There doesn't seem to be very many young people ...
... similar to a Hard Rock cafe. The waitresses are all dressed in tight little red mini skirts. We had a feast, chicken skewers and BBQed vegetables for Mary, ribs for Troy and we shared garlic bread and yummy lightly battered eggplant fritters.
We continue to walk the streets and come across some markets selling **** sort of like a trash and treasure markets at home. We see so many statues around and lots of bars and restaurants. We stroll down ...