The holiday town of Bulgaria, a slightly gaudy, seedy city situated
on the Black Sea that was not without its charm. Although it was overrun by
gypsies and in the midst of reconstruction to ensure the summer crowds had
their bars and restaurants, it had a romantic quality about it. Wandering the
Black Sea shores as the drizzle fell, filled the heart with melancholy, but at
the same time gave the soul some nourishment. The golden egg in this rainy
relaxed city was we were staying in a pirate hostel, which was yoho and a bottle
of rum fun! More so because we caught up with Will from the Turkey tour and ate
our way through the delightful Taverns of Varna, plus drank our weight in
Somersby ciders whilst watching tiny Black Sea barrels crash on the shore.
Varna gave us the recuperation we needed but it made my soul ache for surf.
