I decided to make the most of our days off by travelling a wee bit so we’ve made it to Plovdiv in southern/central Bulgaria, which is notorious for:
- Its archaeological ruins
- Its many beautiful orthodox churches
- Its artists and galleries
However, has mainly been notable for the mad people here. These have included:
- Whoever it was that STOLE the jumper that I dropped when I was running to avoid the massive deluge of rain (which turned the very steep cobbled streets into rivers). Who steals a 10 year old muddy jumper from a puddle? That was the only jumper I brought to Bulgaria, dagnammit. I’m going to be cold.
- The man who insisted on walking us to his favourite kebab shop to show us what a good deal it was. While it was admittedly very cheap (1 quid for 2 chicken kebabs), the food was also unpalatable.
- The Spanish-speaking security guard who tried to chat up Remi (who speaks no Spanish) via me, even asking if she wanted to go for coffee tomorrow (with me as translator, naturally)
- The crazy lady who had caught a pigeon and was walking around the main street laughing hysterically. She then handed the pigeon to a man who walked off with it, and then went back into her fast food booth to serve someone. How hygienic.