Spontaneous trip, a little vacation.
We went for a long time, of course, but there is time, so I'm writing.
It so happened that my husband had to get to Bulgaria for work, well, and I fell on his tail. Gathered quickly! Lviv airport, as always, fucked up - the flight to Bourgas was postponed for almost 8 hours, and there, as you know, there is no place to even sit normally. So they steamed in the wind in a cafe on the street. Well, let's fly - there are 10 of us in the cabin, we sit down everywhere - the flight attendant offers to sit down anywhere. Cool. Arrived, it was already dark. The airport on the beach - from above we fly up beautifully. Warm air. A representative of the meeting company met, we go in comfort. The settlement is immediate, the owners themselves register in the municipality. Well, first of all, we take a shower in Bulgarian (a little wild) and go to the evening binge. Around the party, light from the lights, souvenir shops, spend money, walk along the waterfront, then go to dinner.
Good Bulgarian wine, delicious local cuisine (meat is cooked, lick your fingers! ). I order chickens in Bulgarian - chicken in batter, that is. Bring ready yudishche-try-delicious! but I taste fish, not chicken! I ask the waiter- ordered a chicken, and you brought fish- Laughs- fish? ! ! No, not fish, but chicken! Here is such meat, melting in the mouth - stunning and fun! Then, as he saw us, he ran to the table and: Hello, fish! Cheerful people, always responding to everything with a sigh - Yes! They drank wine, ate, danced, almost climbed into the water, and, drunk with wine and happiness, went to bed.
The next day in the morning we try to have breakfast - everything is closed, people are asleep at 10 am. I want to be scared, we found a 3 * hotel in the center with a buffet - we ate, paid, then the way to Burgas. We need to find out how to get to Sopot. The buses are comfortable, with air conditioning, they arrived quickly enough.
Bought train tickets to Sopot the next day. There are buses in the parking lot - I read Sunny Beach, Nessebar. We decide immediately - we go to Nessebar. It is said and done. Nessebar is a simple miracle. Excavations continue right next to us, souvenir shops, cafes and restaurants are great. WI-FI is free. We land in a cafe overlooking the sea - yachts, boats, beautiful. We write to friends in ICQ, they also want to go to sea. Cocktails are delicious, inexpensive. Photo, I enjoy the views. Let's move on. A colorful place is a must visit. Then we come back here, so we liked it.
Let's go home. On the way we decided to go out earlier in the new area of Pomorie and walk to our old place (or vice versa, I do not remember, to be honest). Funny posters with announcements of movie screenings on the road - a cheerful Bulgarian language! Fruit shops, shops, and then along some old warehouses a long road in the heat, damn it.
I regretted a bit that I went on foot, but here is our area, finally. Evening, another dinner with tasting of local dishes, wine, souvenirs and shops. In the center of the concert on stage and just on the street, sat opposite in a cafe, eating ice cream, to put it mildly, a large portion, it's just huge!
The next day we go to Burgas, from there to Sopot by train. We drove through half the country, the weather is changing and so is nature. It becomes damp and cool, the mountains around, the fog-peaks are not visible. We are met by a colleague of my husband. And here we are in Sopot, a small town in the lower reaches of the mountains - colorful, clean and cozy. The whole town used to work at a defense plant for the Soviet Union, but now people don't have jobs. Many have left or are working during the season on the Black Sea coast in hotels and restaurants. And spend the winter at home, in the mountains. Sopot is famous for the fact that fans of hang gliding come there - lifts to the mountains, and down - flight.
My husband is still working, I'm resting.
And in the evening we are taken to a restaurant for dinner by one tourist, all local. Very tasty.
We arrive in Burgas almost at night, by taxi - in Pomorie. We sleep like the dead.
The next day we go to Sunny Beach, from there by boat to Nessebar. The birthplace of the resort a lot, sad, fun. Colorful tourists are many - hippies, Iroquois punks, metalheads, nudists nearby. Immerse yourself in the local atmosphere. We had lunch, talked to locals, cheerful people, love to talk. Again WI-FI for free. We call home, write in ICQ. Life is key. Then we go to the beach to swim. For a long time I walked on the beach in search of a locker room, spat and changed clothes just under the umbrella. We bathe, cool down a bit, rest. For two umbrellas and 2 sunbeds 15 euros - still tolerable. Tired of lying down, still found a locker room, but not a shower! changed clothes and decided to sail to Nessebar by sea.
The breeze is blowing, we are taking pictures, a big resort is left behind, the outlines of Nessebar are approaching in front - red roof tiles, the marina is beautiful. We walk around the old town again, sitting in the same cafe overlooking the sea, I go shopping while my husband writes something on his laptop. Got to the honey festival - cool, I buy tiny pots of honey, I try - delicious. I also buy a lot of all sorts of scents of rose and soap, all sorts of nonsense, linen tablecloth, bag, I still wear, very soft leather, classics of the genre. . .
Then we decide to dedicate our vacation to stupid felting on the beach and swimming in the waves. The people are few, the wind. One day the wind just blew up and we all quickly dumped on the figs from the beach! And then nailed a bunch of algae to the shore and no one removed them, the season was over, the Bulgarians were lazy. That's right. It became a little sad, it's time to leave. The way back - by bus, met a group of vacationers from Ukraine.
Leaving Pomorie, we remember that we forgot a jacket in the room, and money in it. That's the problem. Compatriots are joking - in love, understandingly smiling, thank God, do not resent, waiting for us. The husband finally brought his jacket home in a taxi. On the way we gather the rest of the tourists, Varna, then the border, the Romanians are harmful, flooded roads - after the rains, a detour in the middle of the night, then cornfields, fields again, and fields again. . . I wonder what Dracula ate?
And here further - just horror, instead of quiet travel in the bus. One aunt, sitting in front, was constantly wandering around and without him in the cabin to her fat husband, who was lying in the back seat, and her son, who was sitting in the middle. In the end, one passenger got tired of it and he hooked it once, in response, opened the pelk, he, too, well, and rushed! Baba got everyone. Her husband did not support her, apparently, she also got it, so she attacked him, why, say, you do not stand up for me.
He just frowned and sighed. Then there was a stop in the middle of the night along the route, it turned out, dinner, who than. On the curb. Cap! Savages, or what?
At the border in the toilet, a Romanian gypsy woman tried to steal money from us - I sent it, and someone paid, dirt and stench. Fu.
We enter the territory of our long-suffering country, roads - trouble, dirt, lack of culture on the roads. Well, then you know.
Bulgaria is an interesting country, cheerful people, delicious cuisine. I don't really like the Black Sea, but it's especially for me personally. I will gladly visit there again, but not in Pomorie, it is very similar to the Crimea.
