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Travel Blogs from Sunny Beach
On to Bulgaria
... entertainment. Bulgaria is also the yogurt capital of the world and supposedly it was invented here. We also had a traditional salad of tomato, cucumber and excellent cheese as well as vegetable soup and chicken stew. Although our tour guide was a bit brutal since she talked in a monotone non-stop, she did fill us in on the history of Bulgaria. Way too much info to absorb. Tomorrow we continue in Bulgaria with a half day tour then some time ...
Veliko Tărnovo
... satan diarrhea, and gangrene) permeated the entire hostel. The stench would come in waves as he wandered around the hostel, unfortunately he ignored the shower room. Then to make the night worse, some fool started snoring so, so ridiculously loud. It wasn't even snoring it was a mixture of grunting, snorting, and moaning. It was the sound a killer whale would make scraping its teeth on a chalk board while being harpooned and orgasming ...
Veliko Tarnovo
... on, qui a commencé à chanter quelques minutes à peine avant l’arrivée d’un convoi de touristes ! Une autre chose décevante : certaines maisons sont cachées par de hauts murs, il faut bien entendu payer si on souhaite les voir…
Nous décidons d’un commun accord de dormir au bord de la mer noire ce soir : une mer qui est tout de même au cœur de nos ...
Notre coup de coeur bulgare
... pouvons entrer dans ce village pavé en voiture car nous n’en voyons aucune, nous garons donc notre van à l’entrée.
A peine sortis, une femme vient vers nous car le « bzh » de la plaque d’immatriculation l’interpelle. Elle s’appelle Svetla et est ravie de savoir que nous sommes français, elle l’est encore davantage quand nous lui apprenons que nous venons de Bretagne. Elle a d’ailleurs plusieurs ...
What I Lost (And Gained) in Veliko Tarnovo
... corner. Opposite the playground, a mysterious sight: large metal letters partially obscured by the trees. I make my way over - it is a sign for some type of restaurant or club, the letters rusted over completely, affixed by rods to the top of another ghost of a building. I walk through a section of missing wall, finding the familiar piles of trash, colorful bursts of graffiti, and ominous hooks hanging from the ceiling. Here, I can truly imagine the past grandeur - to my left, a space ...