
Author: chewyland
Plovdiv bus station.

Sooooo, even the Sunny Beach bus is late. 1st time ever.
But my Soviet era hotel was actually extremely comfortable. The bed was perfect and the shower super hot and showery. I have zero qualms.

I just fucking can’t catch a break today…
Missed the bus. Zero hotels….except this one which is still 40 Euros and probably has larvae.
Every plane was late, every connection screwed up, arrived an hour late…watched the bus leave….plus had to take a metro transfer (but that was fast). If I had an extra 15 minutes everything would have worked out ..
Train station is closed…yes, completely closed so no sleeper to Burgas.
Early am bus to Sunny already booked so I can’t leave till 11am…a day completely lost.







If I make it to train or bus station….it will be within exactly 4 minutes…..whole day pivots at 4 minutes…everything is late.

Nobody sitting next to me…I feel like I’m in a spa.

Airport Simit cart….that takes credit cards…cool.

Last leg of trip. RO to BG. Late, of course….45 minute flight.
If I can catch the sleeper train or even bus I would be extatic…..delays everywhere and I bet I’ll miss everything by less than 15 minutes.
Or I’ll be lucky.


A Starbucks knock-off here at the airport…and absolutely perfect.

I have arrived in Romania, or as they say around here “200 years in the past”. Soo fucking dirty here and smelly.
The clash of cultures between here and the modern word remains staggeringly wide.

Leaving one hour late…

Great, now it’s raining and the plane will rust through.

Stories today, moments tomorrow….deep, profound, complex…

1st time flying Blue Air.


Garbage Bulgaria style – a sweet taste of home.

Cattle-ing at the airport. 2 hours of this.
Update…it was only about 1 hour and 15 minutes…so, not tooooo bad.






Photos, today.



















Kilkenny, are you?

H+M in AMS is exactly double prices of Sofia.


Making friends in Vondelpark.



Live Love Laugh..

My literal culinary heaven.

More walking around photos from yesterday. Today is the last day.
Relaxing by the canals with herring and meats and serious pretty people watching.


















Normally I would stay in a hotel….but..
They all bloody expensive and I really wanted to enjoy a hostel experience one more time.
I rented a “sleeping pod” downtown and slept in a mixed dorm full of super fun party people. If you want to make friends and have things to do and converse and do dumb things, this is the only way to go. My place was spotless, I slept like a lizard (the beds are soft like air and once you turn your little night light off, it’s pitch black, slept better than ever).
The cleaning husband and wife team from Veliko Tarnovo just added to the whole aura of faithfulness.
10/10..





The true answer is 100% and they are not INVESTORS, they are greedy dim witted gamblers. Investing is creating value for a company not flushing it down into a pozi.

We carry on..


I’m briefly changing my culinary focus….but I do wish that was tuna.


This is devistating news.

I would probably stab the person who tried to steal my pate.

Totally not what I expected…gently marinated sun dried tomatoes but not greasy…and sweet..
