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What... Bulgaria?
... where we were staying. The attack was at the airport aimed against a bus full of Israelis headed towards their hotel. This was defiantly an eye opening experience for us because we have always missed such disaster in the countries we have gone to.
A few fun facts about ...
Grand Sofia
... wrong of me to comment on something I have no understanding of. It is an interesting comment from a very educated person though.
So glad I'm finally feeling better for this!: Anyone who knows me well knows that I am an avid tea drinker. I have not had a proper cup of tea for quite some time now (weeks and weeks). You can imagine my delight when I found a beautiful little cake shop which served proper tea (with milk!) ...
1 - Dennis & Brenda; 0 - Jet Lag Monster
... the contrary, my friends! It was hot the entire 10+ hours, food was dry (although at least the wine was free!), seating was more cramped than any other airline I've ever experienced, there was lots of turbulence, and service was poor. However, I probably should not have taken an Ambien on the flight from Houston to Paris, being a first-time "user". By the time we arrived in Sofia, I felt like I had a really bad hangover (side effects plus jet lag is NOT a ...
здравей!
... for the last time, eating the last baklava and falafel, being called out to by strangers and wandering amongst the general chaos of the streets in this part of the world. Crossing the border into Bulgaria, it was hard to believe how different from Turkey- which we had thought felt really European-it is. Skin-heads, shiny fur-trimmed coats, stilettos, quiet quiet roads, cheap and tasty beer, lots of people drinking this beer at 6am, casinos, ...
Sofia
First bit of night train to Sofia was actually done by bus, boarding the train in another city. We were woken up in the middle of the night to get off and present the passport at the immigration. There was no customs check, surprising for a border opening the door to the EU. In the morning I first spotted ugly blocks of flats, so similar to the ones in Slovakia, an obvious sign of being in a post communist country. At noon we arrived in ...