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- Minbar in room
- Non-smoking hotel
TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Lion Sofia
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... he would) and there were no conductors or machines to give money to. On the way there I saw other people get on and then get off again later without having paid anyone anything, but the driver never said anything, so I just got off at the terminal and hoped for the best.
It was amazing to see Dave again, as you can imagine. Thankfully the OK-Supertrans taxi service desk was still open, so we took one of their taxis to the hostel.
... be a first in my life which up to now has always comprised high heeled shoes. Does this mean I'm getting old or is it just that my tastes have matured and I'm getting more sensible? Cheryl also bought a pair - the same as one of mine - we'll need to coordinate for the next three days to make sure we don't both wear them at the same time!
Our incredibly patient husbands (do you like that Ian?) waited outside while we shopped and then took ...
... of three daughters who refused to renounce the Christian religion and were murdered. The legend says that their mother died from the pain of this family tragedy. Since the story is very touching many Bulgarians thought it could be the reason why the capital is called Sofia. Unfortunately the capital's name doesn't have anything in common with the mother Sophia and it probably got its name from the St. Sofia Church.
Behind the statue there is the St. Joseph's Church ...
... the seat without us knowing it. We dont know what he said to the lady to make her make that phone call when she had already told us no, but he was a godsend and we were so thankful for his act of kindness. I had mentioned to Jalyn before in my desperation that I would sit by a smelly stranger if we could just get on the bus. Well I ate my words and although I did not sit next to him, the three of us sat behind him and it was a real picnic. He wasn't so bad until he raised his arm, ...
... takes my passport, taps a long paragraph or two into her computer and eventually rings up my fare: 1350 dinars, and sorry, no they don't take euros. I have been trying to avoid converting currency for the one night here, but no choice now. She taps my passport and ticket, moves them aside on her side of the glass and indicates vaguely toward town and I strike off in search of an ATM. Up one ATM-free street and down, I finally change my sole ...