Rhodopi Pearl Resort Pamporovo

... is pretty damn good, but you don't really appreciate just how good his grasp is until you get to hear him hurl abuse at idiotic Bulgarian drivers on the way up to the slopes, or at any learner skiier or boarder who might be unfortunate enough to be on the black slopes as we would pass overhead on the lift... "oh ****ing look at this prick! Hey, you! What the **** are you doing on the black slope, huh? You're ruining all the ****ing powder! Go back to the ****ing learner ...

... that he still had the seatbelt light on. As for myself though, and presumably Dougie, I couldn't have given a toss if we'd crash landed or just normal landed. In fact, crash landing may have been preferable - sort of a "get out of hangover free" card. Well, perhaps not exactly "free", given that a crash landing may have ended with everyone's death. Right, moving right along... Making it from Sofia to Chepelare was nowhere near as interesting this time around as it was the first ...

... up. Where did I stay in Primorsko? Well I was wondering around the city looking for free wi-fi with my travel companian mini computer when my bulgarian friend "Emi" whom i met in spain called me. We proceeded to have a nice chat in spanish. When i was finished, however, this guy came up to me speaking in itialian. I was like...dude I don't speak italian. Ohhh i thought you were speaking italian...nope sorry man...better get workin' on those italian cd ...

Пловд 80;в и Асено 74;град са ми много прият 85;и и любим ...

G'day once again to all and sundry! Well tonight is our last night here in Chepelare and I have to say that we have had a truly fantastic time. This can be attributed almost entirely to the incredible hospitality and generosity that Mike and Tich ("Geoffy's" parents) and of course, Geoff and Bec themselves, have shown us over the last couple of weeks... I really cannot express how thankful we are for everything they've done for us; from putting us up, to ...

... grey slushy snow, and pretty damn cold too. Once we got to the bus station we managed through a combination of limited english (theirs), bluff, gesture, persistance and exasperation (ours) to get tickets on a bus that we were almost certain would probably take us to Chepelare, where we were to meet Geoff and his family. The bus left at 1500H and we had been told that it was about a 3hr drive there in a car. Considering that Chepelare is the highest ...

Unfortunately I see to have a hard drive failure and lost a few photos... Maybe some will turn up... In the meantime this will have to be text only... Turned up in Dospat not knowing anything about it. Found a great hotel for about AU$16 a night. Just some old woman to let us ...

A very hippy kind of town with a gorgeous old town, and one of the best hostels i have stayed in with the token long term older resident running away from the real world, and the youngens sampling the local wines into the early hours of each morning...

... with out-of-towners and prospects of finding somewhere to rest my head were slim. Yoann whisked me out of the office and took me around to the many illegitimate pensiyon keepers he knew, knocking on random doors and speaking in the impressive Bulgarian he had picked up within the last nine months. The search seemed futile. We sat down at the shop of an older man named Nikolai and imbibed some strong rakia while discoursing in muddled ...

... rain goes diagonal, so I've got my arm outstretched way infront of me and then the rain still wasn't hitting. Then the wind picked up badly and branches starting falling off trees. There was no visibility. It was like a mini-hurricane at that moment. I stood in a corner of a building and put my umbrella to p rotect and another kid stood behind it as well. We soon enough realized that this pitiful ...