Once our adventures in Sofia were over (see Exploring Bulgaria – PART 1), we packed our bags and jumped into our black rented Hyandai Getz, only 26 Euros per day, dropped off and picked up by a very friendly Phillip (who paid our parking and even let us keep it an extra night as we couldn’t get back in time at the end of our trip). We then drove out of the city. It was the first time we realised just how inadequate our GPS really was. It had a lag equivalent to that of dial-up internet. Not the best thing when you’re in a busy capital city and need to be on the “perfect highway” which will take you through the mountains to Velikov Tarnovo, our hilly little mountain escape. Continue reading
A few months ago now, I spent three days abroad from living abroad and took the night train to Nice, France. I travelled with two good friends whom, for no real reason except to make them smile, I shall refer to them here as Gigi and Matatak.
Gigi and Matatak were on their last ten days of their two month backpacking around Europe. Previous to our weekend away, I spent three solid days of acting as tour guide in Rome. After they arrived from a long mostly sleepless night on the train, we set about trying to find them a breakfast that did not consist of sweet pastry (for an Italian breakfast, see Breakfast of Champions). This, at 10am in Italy is almost impossible. Keep reading ‘casino non Monte Carlo?’
Getting lost is part of the adventure. I whole heartedly agree with this. However at the time, if you have an appointment to meet someone, have to work or are all alone at night in a massive city, it’s more of a slight inconvenience.
Just like the night I first arrived in Rome (see post “Why thanks Rome“), my first public transport bus ride was a ‘slight inconvenience’. It was my first weekend in Rome and keep reading ‘just a slight inconvenience’