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... We had a traditional Bulgarian meal complete with dancers as entertainment.
We walked from the restaurant to the Cathedral of ...
... so we paid for both sections – a total of about $1.40 for both sides. We made our way through the rooms more quickly than I am used to, but I think more slowly than Sorina is used to. The descriptive plaques weren’t as good as in the Zambacchian, which featured all information in not only Romanian, but also English and French. This museum had only Romanian and English, and any exhibits with information aside from the title, medium, and artist(s) were only ...
... tracking the trickling riverbed. The villages along the way were still very basic with many buildings in a very bad state of repair, but there was also lots of evidence of new factories, homes ad businesses and some modest house renovations underway. Still a long to go, with many very old abandoned factories, buildings, railway stations etc. We were woken at 1.18 am as we arrived at Svilengrad to have our passports checked by the Bulgarian border guards ...
... reunion in Sofia. We all met up to talk about our experiences, our mentors, our schools and towns, and we got to meet people from the U.S. Embassy and they gave us a security briefing (yikes). While in Sofia we all met up to get real, unhealthy, American burgers, fries, and beer. It was heavenly.
Not so heavenly? The U.S. Embassy telling us about credit card fraud (cough cough Romania) and earthquakes. FUN. On Saturday we went to Plovdiv to get a tour ...
Having left Marta's beautiful Hungarian hospitality we were on the road again. This time, on the road again for a loooonnnngg time. It was to be a ten hour truck day. We stopped at a supermarket to spend the remainder of our Forits on Haribo mainly... our usual border routine ..... and soon crossed into Romania. This was the first proper border control we experienced, with stern faced, uniformed, eastern European guards entering the truck requiring passports. Yet still no stamp ...