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... with its beauty and mystique.
On the other side of the coin, looming over the town is the quite frightening 'Creators of the Bulgarian Sate' monument designed and constructed in 1981 during the height of the Communist era.
As you walk towards this towering concrete construction you could believe that at any moment it might open up and deliver a 100 megaton missile on the world.
... But why make it easy? Why not have a slightly different kind of cyrillica than them?
The road was boring until the moment we realized we needed gas and the closest gas station David's GPS found was 140km further. There was no way Clio was gonna make it. So we kept going up and down smaller hills, through even smaller villages, hoping to find a gas station. Or, worst case scenario, that some good soul will save us if we ...
... from Bulgarian immigrants to Asia Minor, wedding clothes and special clothes for Easter, St Lazar's Day (the day before Palm Sunday, this has various traditions attached to it), Midsummer's Day and other specific days. I liked the costume for male Christmas carol singers as well.
We left when the museum closed at five o'clock. We relaxed at the hostel until it was time for dinner, which we had at a Bulgarian chain restaurant called 'Happy Bar ...
... us back at the guesthouse. We were lying in bed with both the main light and a lamp on, but the lamp was out of our viewpoint. Suddenly Dave said he could smell burning! It turned out that the lamp, which had no lampshade round the bulb, had tipped over and started burning the front cover of my paperback. If left longer, the book may well have started smouldering, or even gone up in flames! Well done Dave!
... 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.