Bulgaria

The crossing of frontiers Bulgare was memorable! traffic of shoes.

After having become acquainted with three American and two German with whom I discuss on their way of travelling, I was constrained to change compartment because this one was entirely reserved. I thus found myself to sing songs of child with three Norwegian young people. The train stops in Girgui (Rumanian border). There I see the customs officers excavating the train, they dismount the ceilings, inspect the toilets. They end up stopping a woman and a man with full of bag out of plastic, discussion, arrangement, they leave with the bags to the customs house. The customs officers discuss again then, finally, let leave the couple. The train sets out again. Arrived at the Bulgarian border, the customs officer puts a seal on my passport. Upon the departure of the civil servant, a lady sitting with with dimensions of me rises and vacuum half of the compartment of its luggage. Those resembled there me éprendre with bags of young people who voyages Bonne tactic! One of the bags open and I see a great quantity shoes to fall on the ground. The woman collects her goods and from goes away. Ten minutes later the woman returns, us makes raise seats and tear off them. We had not sat any more in a compartment of train but in a store of shoes Quelle ventures!

As for the roumano-Bulgarian train, it is not that. No the light the night and the checking of the tickets is done with the flashlight.

Some impressions on Sofia

The first thing which strikes when one arrives to Bulgaria, it is the alphabet. Indeed, the writing is Cyrillic and it is not possible nothing to read. I find myself in front of a summary chart of the result of the world cup, it is impossible to read it Quel despair!

Sofia: There is nothing to see! Not easy to spend its time. For a pressing need, I went to the Mc Donald. Finally the American concept is not uninteresting. It clean, is air-conditioned and one is not lost. It is a little the appointment from abroad lost, in front of me a whole a Spanish table. The prices, in Bulgaria, are really cheap. The instruction with ten francs, the bread to lunch six francs, postcard more stamp eighteen francs, " Big Mac small " ninety nine francs.(Même less I believe)

The museum of Sofia east in the center of the city. The input is rather expensive. A guide is not necessary bus of the explanations in English and into Bulgarian are present. Unfortunately the explanations are not always in English and sometimes there is no explanation of the whole. The museum is very dark, it misses light. Sometimes the guard lights when I return in the part. The personnel is as numerous as in British Museum but the difference it is that here I am one of the rare visitors. It is not easy to be found there and them guides do not help.

I had the occasion to have with my cases a changer of street. It knows very well the geography of Belgium but which bore. It wants to change Leva, then Dollars, finally it wants francs Belgian. I have to be annoyed so that it releases me the tennis shoes.

The coffee in terrace, two Cokes cost twenty francs is ten francs the Coke. The prices are incredibly low.

I was to be restored in a kind of sandwichery. I tasted a mixture there: sandwich lined with cheese and chicken with a sauce mayonnaise carrots and yoghourt with broccolis. I do not know exactly all what there were but it was very good. Cost: twenty francs.