- Swimming pool
- Pets allowed
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... Use of the hotel card is needed to pass down a private road which snakes down the cliff towards the sea. At the bottom, however, it meets a public road which bears an even more uncanny resemblance to a Norfolk country road than the one on the top of the cliff. After a couple of miles it arrives at a rather run-down old-fashioned camping-cum-beach-chalet area with a stretch of tired looking sand. The inevitable beach cafe is pouring ...
... The palace isn't really a palace at all. It's more a beautifully designed retreat house, superbly grafted into the cliff-face with some stunning walled and terraced gardens extending on all sides and above/below the house. Built in the twenties (Romania were awarded this bulge of the Bulgarian coastline as a reward for belatedly joining the right side in WW1) for Queen Maria of Romania, a grand-daughter of Victoria, the house became the centre of Romanian high social-life in ...
... a switch gets thrown, we pass into Bulgaria and, although the contours of the land remain dull, a far greater sense of care and organisation is clearly in evidence. It has a sort of Norfolk coast feel to it but with straight roads! Population is sparse and yet we pass a road sign directing us to the 'Lighthouse Golf Resort', our booked-in destination. And, sure enough, ten miles further on, there's a road to the left ...
... for that price.
So, we were pleasant to meet other party-people and having awesome nights with them.
I also went to Varna, 1. to go shopping in the Grand Mall (highly recommendable) and 2. to have a walk in the park. I wasn't that impressed; it was nice.
... a bit like we'd entered an abandoned town ravaged by war decades before), the landscape suddenly became green. Fields upon fields of sunflowers, grapes and sweetcorn. Open plains became winding forest roads and then, having only seen it through the fog on our boat tour up the Bosphorus, there it was: the Black Sea in all of its sparkling glory.
We arrived at Varna bus station (I say bus station, it was more like a ...