Bulgaria for a two-centre holiday, first on the beach – the appropriately named Sunny Beach. Every restaurant had live music.
Then to the mountains at the ski-resort of Pamporovo. We attended a follore evening at a mountain top restaurant where the evening strated, craftily, with a slivovic shot and salt on the back of the hand to get you well on the way. Just being friendly I offered to buy the coach driver a drink whioch he he accepted as single-malt whisky, smooth, not like the local hooch. He wasn’t driving that night. The next day I felt every lurch around the hair-pin bends.
While on a mountain walk from the ski-resort we could hear explosions or gun-fire in the distance but the guide, normally fluent in English, never heard my repeatewd question as to the source. Military or industrial, it was too mclose for espionage for him to tell me.
We also visited the magnificent Rila Monastery www.rilamonastery.pmg-blg.com/Home_page_en.htm
While we waited on the coach to depart from the hotel the management appeared asking for the towels from room 418 – or we would not leave. One couple had to walk through the coach as the luggage panels were swung upon and their suitcases removed. They opened the case, handed over the towels in full view of everyone on the coach. Then, they repeated the walk of shame back to their seats.
Postcard message: “We arrived safely, but somewhat tired, at our hotel at 2.15 approx! Up early, not long after, to explore – it’s very pleasant here. Hotel almost on the beach. Room comfortable. So far plenty of sun. Have been for a swim today and even jogged this morning.
We have found the food is OK too – already we’ve found a nice cafe that does lovely pizzas at lunchtime! Not so hot as Tunisia but we are finding the cooler air just right.”