End of Sofia

My night in Sofia was quite interesting; it was certainly unlike any other night out I have ever had.  During the day I met a French guy who was staying in my hostel, and at night I met up with him and the two French girls with whom he was traveling.  We started a fairly normal kind of lounge bar.  Afterwords we decided to go to a place called “The Apartment” that was suggested by the women at the hostel.  This name is a very accurate description of the place, as it is literally an apartment that someone lives in.  Every night the woman who lives there and one of her friends open the place up and serve homemade cakes, juices, teas and a small selection of alchoholic drinks.  Interestingly, this was the first time that I have been carded since I came to the Balkans.

The high ceilinged apartment was gorgeously decorated and had many different rooms with a plethora of couches, tables, and chairs organized for small groups of people to sit and chat.  There was music playing on a low volume and everyone kept their voices to a low/medium level.  My new French aquantinces and I played cards for a few hours.  It was certainly one of the most bizare experiences of my life, playing cards with some French strangers in a beautiful apartment in Sofia.

I had originally planned to go to Plovdiv strait from Sofia.  However, in keeping with my tradition of canceling and re-booking a hostel in every city I have visit, I accidentally made my booking for Plovdiv with a day lapse.  The hostel I was going to in Plovdiv was full that night, so I couldn’t arrive early.  Luckily, the ever-helpful Nini at the hostel in Sofia suggested that I visit Veliko Tarnovo.  So in the morning I caught a bus to Veliko Tarnovo, a spectacular ancient city in Northern Bulgaria.

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