Privilege Fort Nessebar

... chip leaders with 4 players left . . <br>I took my mate down and was in "heads up" poker with a Bugarian fella.<br>My cards weren't the best . . but I finished a strong second place . . I felt like Arnold Schwarznegger in "Twins" when he read the manual for how to drive a car and then did it! <br>Needless to say we celebrated after the big win . . <br>The language barrier is rough . . but after its said and done what reigns when you travel alone is the fast friendships you ...

... of the time all of the beauties around the hotel<br><br>Hayan Sophia --&gt; Museum,was a church, then a mosque<br>Blue Mosque --&gt; Impressive with 6 minarettes one of the b&#305;ggest in the world<br>Top Kap&#305; Palace --&gt; A place that would take already 3 days alone full of history (watch movies, Serail, etc.)<br>The Grand Basar --&gt; A real challenge for all who only want to see and ...

... know) we moved onto the wedding part of the proceedings where Bronwyn was dragged up to be the bridesmaid (we think) but of course could not understand a single thing they were asking her to do!<br><br>After this rather memorable event we took a short 'traditional' horse and cart ride to a lady's house where we were fed lunch and drank some rather bad 'local' raki and wine. Apparently the governemnt handed back traditional rights to villages ...

... que nous avons été accueilli par nos grand mères bulgares pendant quelque jours.<br>2 dames superbes qui habitent prés de sofia, environ 70 km et que Baltringue a rencontrée deux semaines auparavant dans la montagne de Maz-alat avant que Matthieu prenne le relais.<br>il le prendra donc pour écrire la suite de cette entrée.<br>Ber a assez bien résumé la situation je n'ai donc pas grand chose a rajouté si ce n'est que si nos ...

... et moi, comme vous le savez tous, sommes très soigneux de nos affaires et très organisés (;p), nous faisons donc un peu de ménage dans la voiture histoire de tuer le temps libre avant la tombé de la nuit<br>2 heures après, la nuit fait son apparition. <br><br>Et la malheur!!, des éclaires nous surprennent, ayant anticipé le coup, j'ai pris mon courage a 2 mains (:p) et aménagé tranquillement le coffre de la voiture pour y passer ...

Veliko Tarnovo was a great stop for us. A lovely chilled hostel, free t-shirt, a fort, and a waterfall. What more could you ask for? We took an early morning bus from Sofia and got picked up by a guy from our hostel. The people running this hostel were really amazing. They constantly had friends coming over to hang out, made us several lunches of sopska salad and sausages, and even organized a trip for four of us out to a swimming hole with a small waterfall to jump off ...

... as we were to busy talking, and decided that we must make the 12.30 one. At 11.45 realising that we still needed to pack, pay our bills and say goodbye, we actually started moving. The taxi was taking longer than expected to come and when it did we could hardley fit our bags in it. Dino was stressing out the whole time, "We are going to miss the bus,""What is the point we may as well head back to the hostel now and try and catch the next one." The taxi did ...

Saturday we crossed over the Danube and into Bulgaria. I hadn't realised they used a different alphabet to English, but it somehow marked our first real change.<br style=""> <br style=""> <br><br>We visited a beautiful Bulgarian town called Veliko Tarnovo in the afternoon. Wandered around and had a lovely lunch of a big pizza and drinks (all for about £3!) ate some ice cream and did a spot of shopping. We spent the night in the Dayonovo monastery. It was a little weird and the ...

... could handle. He couldn't, and by the time we got to Wolverhampton he was shouting "is this the right train?" and demanding to know why the train didn't go to his hometown, which I'm not even sure has a train station. Fun stuff. Like Jan, he wasn't a bad person, but both could still be considered ***** by virtue of their personalities. We eventually got to the border and Jan got excited by the fact there was a long railway bridge between ...

... next morning. Fortunately for me (a person no longer willing to take any overnight train in Eastern Europe), I would reach my destination, Veliko Tarnovo, by 8 pm. It should be just in time for dinner. Except for a Turkish woman from Ankara, all other passengers in my compartment are backpackers from outside the Balkan Region. The Kiwi (New Zealand) woman sat across from me had been to Turkey before and this was her second trip. She loves Turkey quite a ...