Wandered around for a while and found a small row of shops with a mini supermarket. Bought a random selection of food, regretted not hanging on to the plastic cutlery from the plane. Not really feeling confident enough to go to a restaurant, so it’s a picnic in my room.
Smelly tramps everywhere drink cider
The small coins in Bulgaria are stotinki. Brilliant name!
As elsewhere in Eastern Europe, shops don’t like giving you change. But when you don’t speak the language, all you can do is shrug and smile.
1 and 2 Leva notes. Why?
Bulgarian drivers are scary. Even if you’re used to London.
There’s nothing so comforting as a familiar chocolate bar.