Blagodaria Bulgaria
So Anna Vala, Tisho, Tisho's friend (I forget his name :S) and I landed in Sofia around 11pm and after customs and baggage claim, Tisho's friend's dad picked us up and drove us to Tisho's place. On the way I was actually surprised how many ads there were in English, though I guess it was near the airport and a lot of tourists come from England and Scandinavia (who can understand english quite well). We drove over cobblestone streets and by modern and communist looking buildings.
When the dad dropped us off we said goodbye and walked across the street to go to this small convenience store that is open late. The place is owned by a family with two women and a man that when you go in their store they follow you around the small space to make sure you don't steal anything. We bought some jogurt and then went to Tisho's apartment.
In his apartment there were two elevators, one which could only hold maybe 6 people standing right against each other, and the other one was regular size. I was so amazed that when you go in the elevator that there is no inside door and when you go up or down you can see the doors for each floor wizzing by and you can touch them!
Once into his flat, we were reunited with Becca, and the first sight we see is he do Tisho's roomate Annie's makeup. Back to the good old days. After showering and getting dressed, we all decided to go downtown to check out a Bulgarian bar. We took a taxi, which probably cost us $3 total, to go downtown and pumped into 3 Canadian guys who were on their way to Greece to visit family of the one guy, and we all went to this Mojito Bar. There weren't many people at the bar since it was after midnight when we got there on a sunday night, but there ended up being this large group of russian dancers there. They bought a bottle of vodka and were having shots and chasing it with orange juice. Then they showed their stuff on the dance floor. They were really interesting to watch. One guy was really giving it, jazz figures and all. We asked for some more drinks and the waitress shook her head. In Bulgaria they shake their head for yes and nod their head for no. Got pretty confusing. After a little while, and we were getting pretty tired, we headed back to Tisho and Annie's place to sleep.
When the dad dropped us off we said goodbye and walked across the street to go to this small convenience store that is open late. The place is owned by a family with two women and a man that when you go in their store they follow you around the small space to make sure you don't steal anything. We bought some jogurt and then went to Tisho's apartment.
In his apartment there were two elevators, one which could only hold maybe 6 people standing right against each other, and the other one was regular size. I was so amazed that when you go in the elevator that there is no inside door and when you go up or down you can see the doors for each floor wizzing by and you can touch them!
Once into his flat, we were reunited with Becca, and the first sight we see is he do Tisho's roomate Annie's makeup. Back to the good old days. After showering and getting dressed, we all decided to go downtown to check out a Bulgarian bar. We took a taxi, which probably cost us $3 total, to go downtown and pumped into 3 Canadian guys who were on their way to Greece to visit family of the one guy, and we all went to this Mojito Bar. There weren't many people at the bar since it was after midnight when we got there on a sunday night, but there ended up being this large group of russian dancers there. They bought a bottle of vodka and were having shots and chasing it with orange juice. Then they showed their stuff on the dance floor. They were really interesting to watch. One guy was really giving it, jazz figures and all. We asked for some more drinks and the waitress shook her head. In Bulgaria they shake their head for yes and nod their head for no. Got pretty confusing. After a little while, and we were getting pretty tired, we headed back to Tisho and Annie's place to sleep.
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