- Swimming pool
- Fitness/Health center
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... on the right between tee and green. It's a carry of about a hundred and twenty yards that way. There's a dry land route to the left with a bunker at the top of the slope guarding the entrance that way. Guy encourages his opponent to aim left, not wanting her to suffer the disappointment of a splash. She takes her recovery-weapon (with which she's formed a bag-like relationship), announces that she's aiming left and hits the ball firmly ...
... leading up to WW2. The genius of a gardener ( a Swiss-French) was acquired from St Petersburg... he having rather carelessly lost his former employer, Tsar Nicholas, to some little spat in 1917. We really enjoy looking round... especially the gardens which, since the 50s, have been a Bulgarian National Botanical Garden. Bulgaria got its bulge back after WW2 and, during the communist period, the palace was used as a retreat for artists, musicians, writers and academics. ...
... the sea which takes us to a brand-new village of holiday houses, flats and a huge hotel/golf development!! Very freaky! We find our luxury room (@ €80 a night) and spend the late afternoon/evening amongst sizeable Russians and their rather more shapely consorts (not the married ones!) by the vast outdoor pool (loud musak of course) and in the impressive spa/fitness centre. Dinner is a €20 help-yourself ...
... 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.
... of Constantine and St Helena which is clearly where all the fancy pants people holiday. We went on a very rickety cable car (sorry no photos, I was clinging onto everything for dear life). We laughed at the pot holes. And the best part? We made friends with a lovely Romanian couple and their adorable baby girl. They introduced us to homemade Palinka (!!!), and warned us about the gypsies in Bucharest. And we drank beer! Just the ticket!