Bulgaria. Sort of.

After I left Sofia, i made it to a couple other cities on my trip to Istanbul. This is not a completely accurate portrayal of Bulgaria, simply my brief gilmpses of a couple towns on the way. That should handle the disclaimer.

After leaving Sofia, I went to Veliko Tarnovo. I only spent a day there, as I was in transit to the coast to meet a friend, but the city was truly beautiful. The people were very nice, and just walking around the city for a few hours gave me a lovely peaceful feeling. The produce was delightful, and the one restaurant i managed to visit was wildly decorated, affordable, and tasty.

I stayed at the Hostel Mostel in Veliko Tarnovo, and it was all I needed. Additional useful information, they will pick you up from the bus stop to remove the guess work from you.

Also, being the terrible person that I am, I forgot to take any pictures.

A short bus ride away, is the city of Varna and the Black Sea. The likelihood is that any guide book or web page can tell you more about the city than I know after having visited it, so I’ll let your fingers do the walking on that one. I stayed at a small, hard to find, family hotel outside the city next to the sea. After a rough start, I truly came to enjoy the place. Hotel Amfora was nice, but they lack the sort of shoestring backpacker support that I have come to rely on from many hostels.

More additional useful information: to get to any of the resorts north of town, you can arrange a taxi with your hotel, which may cost you about 25 euro, or you can take the 409 bus from Varna. The information booth in the main bus terminal has a map with bus stops and line numbers on it for about 2 Euro; it’s worth it.

I spent most of the time on the beach as a Birthday present to myself, but I did however manage to snap a few photos of the Black Sea and its patrons.

Black Sea Birthday

I started the day with the arrival of a new friend and the passing of an old one.

Standing on my balcony, overlooking the Black Sea on the other side of the world from where I was last year, I realized this place truly holds nothing more for me.

These places and things I have seen and done have been and are nothing without the people who made them special.

Machu Pichu was made magnificent by my friend Mauricio.

Colombia shone because of the people.

Honduras was enlivening rather than threatening because of AraĆ­ and Heart to Honduras.

Europe has been amazing,where it has been, not because of the history but the people who share their days and nights with me.

This trip has meaning because of the people I left and the people I have met.

Please take today and tell everyone around you how special they are. I’ll do the same.

Rest in peace, Karl. You always were faster than me.

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