Bulgarian life

46. Better best forgotten

46. Better best forgotten

Yes, I still have the CD.   One of the downsides of living in Bulgaria is missing out on important cultural events back at home. Imagine my horror this week when I discovered (three days later than everyone else it seems) that Steps are going on a reunion...

43. The long way round

43. The long way round

Uma the Puma loaded up with our possessions   First, I have a confession to make. We broke down. In France! Well, sort of. We had a major overheating episode after driving off the ferry in Dunkirk. How embarrassing, just one kilometre from the ferry port! I...

41. And we’re off…

41. And we’re off…

Our car is not this small. But almost.   In a few days we’re loading up our tiny car and driving to Bulgaria! We’ve packed some essentials to take with us: two boxes of kitchen gear; two suitcases of clothes; computer; bedding and towels; some books (Bulgarian...

37. Village Life, Part 2

37. Village Life, Part 2

Word must have spread around the village that the English had arrived. On our last evening, a local guy and his son stop by touting for work. The son speaks a bit of English and explains that his dad is a “maestro with wood”. It’s a big old village, a few...

36. Village Life, Part 1

36. Village Life, Part 1

A day or so after arriving, we had our first exchange with a real life villager – in Bulgarian. We’d been out and returned to the house to find an old man letting himself out of our gate. “Er, hello. This my house.” I say in broken Bulgarian. “Ah” the man says...

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