Our morning was long and uneventful. We passed the time talking, playing games and sleeping a little. We weren’t the only ones waiting overnight in the airport, there were many others who seemed prepared to do this on every leg of their journey – sleeping bags and all. After a while we headed back to the upstairs level where the check-ins are, and watched patiently as our check-in time slowly approached. Finally it came, and we were allowed to move through to the secure part of the airport – the part with comfortable reclining chairs that would have come in real handy over the previous eight hours.
The terminal we were leaving from was becoming familiar – it would be the second of three visits to the same row of seats. It wasn’t long before we were boarding the plane and heading to Sofia, Bulgaria. The adventure continues, because we still had no idea how to get from the airport to the bus terminal, and didn’t have tickets to get from Sofia to Varna (the other side of the country).
We met a woman on the plane that was making the same journey as us, so luckily we were able to find our way without much effort. We stopped in the bus station to eat lunch and I was surprised to find this:
One of my favourite beverages! Long since unavailable in Canada, but it is still very easy to get in Europe it seems – it’s a shame I only realized this after three weeks!
The bus arrived and we almost missed it – they thankfully waited for us and we were on our way. The trip was interesting for me, as I love the countryside views. The total trip across the country was around 5-6 hours if I recall correctly, and we arrived in Varna in the late afternoon. The woman we met on the plane was still helping us – her family that was picking her up from the bus terminal in Varna offered to drive us home as well – an offer that we graciously accepted.
We didn’t rest long. We decided to head out down to the shore and find a place to eat. It was quite an interesting strip, with sights like this not uncommon:
The food we ended up deciding on was delicious, and Desi’s aunt spotted us during dinner. It was a wonderful surprise as we hadn’t yet told anyone that we were back in town. By the time we finished it was dark, and time to head to bed – but one more stop first:
This is a cocktail bar that sits at the very top of a large hotel overlooking the city. We had seen it many times before and decided we might not have another chance to see the view on this trip – so up we went. I ordered an interesting drink and so did Desi. We sat and talked a bit as we looked out at this spectacular view:
We were both exhausted and ready for a good night’s rest, so we went back to the apartment for just that, on the way planning what tomorrow would bring.