My Sunday.

I jump on my bike and b-line it to the beach in the 26 degree weather and spot 3 fellas enjoying themselves with some beers and banter.  I join in, naturally.

The coolest bunch of guys (of course, it’s Bulgaria), we spend having some serious drunken ‘bro’ conversations then the beer runs out.

One of the guys presses a button on his keychain remote and a moment later the huge security doors to the supermarket (that’s normally closed during the “winter”) right next to the beach open.

“Grab whatever the fuck you want….that’s my shop, bitches, he screams……and of course we do”.

My diet today consists 100% of Bulgarian lagers and FerreroRoche chocolate balls.