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... His badge says his name is 'George', but, in my book, he's definitely an Igor!
We decided to explore a bit further south and have a look at Sozopol. It's another ancient town, but not a World Heritage site like this one. Took about an hour to drive there - managed to resist the temptation to stop in Burgas this time - and arrived in one piece despite some of the dreadful driving we saw.
The old town was very pretty, with wooden cladding on the outside of ...
... to the new town. A nice sandy beach, but full of sun beds etc even now. I would hate to be here in the main season. Not really much to write about, but managed to buy a beach towel (bright pink which I will leave with you Pam) and have lunch in a pretty restaurant overlooking the causeway and old town.
Some places here are so lovely, and others haven't quite got it yet. This place ...
... walk after being in the car.
Then on to Nesebar via some 'interesting' seaside resorts. There really were some shockers - we were a bit nervous about where we were going to end up! I could just imagine workers in the Communist era being despatched there for their holidays. Thankfully, Nesebar is very different. Still commercialised, but with enough historical features and interesting buildings on narrow cobbled streets to be pretty.
To day was just about travelling to the boarder so I could cross it tomorrow, but as I was passing Sredets I was going to pop in in and say hi to Nock and Jo. Nick had already mentioned about staying the night but that was not the original idea. I was good to see them again so decided to stay the night and set of first thing in the ...
... of flattened chocolate doughnut... Then we finally boarded the bus, ten minutes before it set off.
We arrived in Sozopol thirty to forty minutes later and immediately began walking around. It was a beautiful day. We saw fascinating old wooden buildings, of a type neither Dave or I had seen before, and lots of old stone buildings with terracotta tiled roofs. We passed at least two street stalls selling fig jam, but neither of us bought any.