So my 36 hours in Sofia, Bulagria is pretty much over, and I can’t really say that I’m sad about heading to my next destination. It rained the first day I was there, and despite of that Sofia was nice, it had a lot of interesting architecture and in a lot of ways was similar to Irkusk, Russia (still one of my favorites). The major difference being that I really didn’t have the same feeling as I did when I was exploring Sofia as I did exploring Irkukst (and I still can’t spell that city either). In Irkustk, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of the Soviet Union which allowed me to get a feeling of what it must have been like during the Cold War. In Sofia I got a little of that, but in general the people don’t seem to be a happy bunch. I wasn’t in the city more than twenty minutes when I thought a friendly station attendant offered to give me directions, which soon ended in him asking me for money. Not ten minutes later I asked a tram attendant what tram I should take, and she said something in Bulgarian, I said I don’t understand, she said the same word again only a little bit louder. I replied with a sheepish grin and said I speak English, so she said the same word only this time louder. The process continued until she was yelling at me the same word and I was feeling like an idiot. She finally wrote a “9” on a piece of paper and gave it to me. :)
What’s kind of funny while I was writing that last paragraph two security guards came up to me, there was one good one and one bad one. The bad guard yanked my electric cord out of the wall and threw it towards me, the good guard said that it was not permitted. The bad guard was really angry though so angry that the nicer one pulled him by the shoulder to get him away, then he came back about 5 minutes later and asked me to move. I guess sitting on the floor is not allowed here, I’ve only done it in about every airport, every bus station over the world but it’s not allowed here. Like I was saying the people don’t seem to be a very happy group. Back to my examples, then I was asking for directions and an old man told me that I was rude to not speak Bulgarian. He said that he learned English and if I come to his country it was my responsibility to learn the language. I couldn’t argue with him, but there was a younger guy that did. He said that there was no need to learn it. So they argued and I sulked off. Believe it or not I have about three other examples that I won’t bore you with, just suffice to say they just didn’t seem to like me much.
I spent much of my time just walking around and taking some pictures. My last day here was a day that I walked around until I was so tired that I didn’t feel like walking anymore and then went to the bus station to wait for my trip to Macedonia, and right now it’s eight-thirty so I still have three hours to kill and my battery is about to quit, I’ve got finish later.