A simple life with a long tradition. Their beloved roses and stalls with USSR antiques. Striking heat and humidity, perhaps a feeling strengthened by physical and mental fatigue. Quiet streets but lively restaurants loyally serving Bulgarian spécialités in cities revived by the curiosity of lonely travellers.
My decision to visit the East? Spontaneity and good company; Polish-born, I'd never sought to discover the roots of communist influences which shaped my country and inspired my decision to leave.
A warm Thank You to my dear friend Josey for inviting me to join this part of her travels, despite all my irritation with the (every once in a while) inconvenience and communication issues with some of the locals.
