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... the few towns we visited and stayed in, concrete abounds and most of the concrete is old, mouldy, grey and worn; and this was in the new housing developments. We tried to avert our eye from the older sections of town.
With that said (and out of our systems) some towns, like Shumen, had some fine pre-Communist era buildings to view, if you looked really hard.
Shumen is also the home ...
... And we spent money on ours *sigh*.
We finished the bottle of vodka we had from Ukraine, got the tents ready and went for a swim in the sea. First of all- it was barely a sea. It wasn't salty :(
Another thing- almost got a heart attack while swimming. Remember how I mentioned I don't like deep water? Well, after couple of minutes, I finally figured I can swim a bit further- where I can't reach the bottom. No big deal. So ...
On our return to Burgas we made a beeline for the wonderful-looking ice cream shop I mentioned in a previous blog entry, but unfortunately it was closed. It was only about 3pm, but it had started raining, so maybe that was why it wasn't open.
The archaeological museum was also closed, due to painting work, so we set off to the ethnographical museum instead. This was set inside a small historic house; on the ground floor the living room was ...
After we arrived back from our lovely outing to Sozopol, we topped the day off with a fine dining experience. This was definitely a notch above where we usually eat when we go out for dinner, but with even fine dining in Bulgaria costing the same as an inexpensive restaurant in the UK, we thought why not?
Our destination was a place round the corner called Rose Restaurant. Usually in Bulgaria (and Ecuador), ...
... I went beachcombing but didn't see much apart from purple and white mussel shells.
From the beach we wandered back to the Old Town, where we were due to catch the 17.30 bus back to Burgas. We had a little bit of time to kill until then, so we walked over to a shop with an ice cream cabinet outside the front with jars of fig jam on top. Dave almost bought a jar but then backed out. An ice cream kept me going until the bus arrived.