A new country and a lot of sleep
Little did I know I was heading in to a country with a cyrillic alphabet.
I am now in Bulgaria. Varna, to be exact.
I just arrived yesterday evening. I made a mistake with the train I took from Bucharest, and arrived in Ruse about 20 minutes after the last train of the day left for Varna. A bit muddled by the cyrillic signs, I took a taxi from Ruse to Varna. It's about 200km, and was a little over two hours. Not toooo expensive, really. At the time, I figured it was a better option than finding a hotel and then catching a 6am train this morning. So, the money I was thinking of using for a private room or hotel somewhere (I need this little luxury) was used on the taxi, and I'm hoping to have the hostel room to myself tonight. I slept for about 11 hours last night, and the only other person in my room is leaving today, so I'm crossing my fingers.
As to the last days in Bucharest, they were only more like the early ones: drinking, dancing, laughing, laughing. I had an unbelievable amount of fun with the guys there. My last day, the group of us went to a bbq at the apartment of a British guy and his Romanian girlfriend. Her and I ended up playing backgammon for a bit. Which is really cool -- I was a very, very good player as a child (my dad was a tournament player and taught me how to play). Though, I was ok on Sunday. I won a few, lost a few.
Bucharest was a blast, and I'm still working on writing it all out in my private journal, because I don't want to forget a minute of it. Well, maybe the minutes when I found my deodorant stolen (??!!) and the incessant chattering of the Nigerians in the room -- when people were sleeping. But you get the idea. Another one of the guys headed to Istanbul yesterday. Another two are staying on for a few extra days. Hopefully one will find his punky girl and the other won't be sought out by brothers of the girls he's juggling... And hopefully another won't get in to anymore trouble (remember the apple and eggs guy? Well, in the course of three days: he got bit by a wild dog and now has to stay in Romania for 30 days for rabies treatment, the next day he sprained his ankle, the next day he broke a window at the hostel...).
And so now, dear readers, I am in the former Communist summer vacation hotspot. It seems like a nice place (I've only just woken up, found a bank and found this internet cafe).
It's just not summer, nor is it hot...
I am now in Bulgaria. Varna, to be exact.
I just arrived yesterday evening. I made a mistake with the train I took from Bucharest, and arrived in Ruse about 20 minutes after the last train of the day left for Varna. A bit muddled by the cyrillic signs, I took a taxi from Ruse to Varna. It's about 200km, and was a little over two hours. Not toooo expensive, really. At the time, I figured it was a better option than finding a hotel and then catching a 6am train this morning. So, the money I was thinking of using for a private room or hotel somewhere (I need this little luxury) was used on the taxi, and I'm hoping to have the hostel room to myself tonight. I slept for about 11 hours last night, and the only other person in my room is leaving today, so I'm crossing my fingers.
As to the last days in Bucharest, they were only more like the early ones: drinking, dancing, laughing, laughing. I had an unbelievable amount of fun with the guys there. My last day, the group of us went to a bbq at the apartment of a British guy and his Romanian girlfriend. Her and I ended up playing backgammon for a bit. Which is really cool -- I was a very, very good player as a child (my dad was a tournament player and taught me how to play). Though, I was ok on Sunday. I won a few, lost a few.
Bucharest was a blast, and I'm still working on writing it all out in my private journal, because I don't want to forget a minute of it. Well, maybe the minutes when I found my deodorant stolen (??!!) and the incessant chattering of the Nigerians in the room -- when people were sleeping. But you get the idea. Another one of the guys headed to Istanbul yesterday. Another two are staying on for a few extra days. Hopefully one will find his punky girl and the other won't be sought out by brothers of the girls he's juggling... And hopefully another won't get in to anymore trouble (remember the apple and eggs guy? Well, in the course of three days: he got bit by a wild dog and now has to stay in Romania for 30 days for rabies treatment, the next day he sprained his ankle, the next day he broke a window at the hostel...).
And so now, dear readers, I am in the former Communist summer vacation hotspot. It seems like a nice place (I've only just woken up, found a bank and found this internet cafe).
It's just not summer, nor is it hot...
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