Nesebar
When we finally had survived the Bulgarian roads and rolled into the old black sea town of Nesebar, it became obvious that the place was a tourist trap. Everywhere you walked there was people trying to offer you “the best meal in Nesebar or elderly people trying to sell you some homemade bracelets for expensive money and as soon as you have said “No” a new one come after 20 meters, this along with screaming children and retired people in bright-colored clothes. This has always puzzled me, why does seniors prefer bright-colored clothes and why do they always manage to appear when you want to photograph something? A nice sand colored church with the azure blue sea behind it and maybe some nice greenery in the foreground to make the picture nicer. And of course the neon pink dressed senior woman in the corner or if you are lucky, in the middle of the picture in the doorway of the church you just wanted to photograph. And if you patiently wait, you could end up waiting forever because they also seem to think that they are the only people on the planet. However if you are lucky and they leave, you can bet that as soon as you raise your camera to take a picture there is just another equally brightly colored senior, pick your own color, showing up on the exact same spot. If you can disregard from these facts then the city itself is actually pretty nice with beautiful churches and ruins of churches, small narrow lanes and old style houses. We even ended up drinking some Ceske Pivo at a Czech pub in Nesebar. We first saw a Czech restaurant named “Praga” and the waiter we saw was of Bulgarian origin, just as we started speaking with him and he tried to get us into his “Czech” restaurant, we saw a slim, tall guy standing a few meters further down the street wearing the Czech national hockey shirt, shouting in Czech. When the Bulgarian waiter noticed that we took interest in the guy looking more Czech, he more desperately tried to get us into his restaurant and as he finally realized that we were going to the other place he just gruffed, waved his hands in the air and loudly said “they have the worst prices” and walked into his restaurant. It was indeed a tasty beer as it was an amazingly warm day we came to Nesebar.

Ravda
The guy that was supposed to host us at the Black Sea coast informed us the day before that he couldn’t host us as “he had family” visiting so we suddenly stood without accommodation for our days at the sea. This was however solved later in the evening in the resort of Ravda where a couple of Czech friends of Zuza were currently staying and they knowing the owner of the hotel they were staying at we got a room for a very cheap price which we accepted as unfortunately the CouchSurfing scene is a bit dead in Black Sea area. It didn’t help either that the following Tuesday was a public holiday either so a lot of people had taken a minor vacation and was out-of-town. Ravda is a small place on the coast which is boosted by the tourism during summer. And it is as cheesy as you can imagine with restaurants and stalls along the main road selling everything from fishing gear to beach towels of different dubious qualities and of course everything a tourist can want as a souvenir. Seashells that someone picked at the beach, glas bottles filled with peppers in different colors or even “I love Justin Bieber” t-shirts. And it was commerce almost 24/7 in these stalls. Since the coast is a tourist place the prices was such as well and higher than in the rest of Bulgaria, not just on food but on everything. However there was an eatery available with several national dishes which was quite cheap and became the place for our food intake for the next 3 days we stayed at the coast.

Burgas  
Honestly, my opinion, there is nothing to see in this city. They have a soviet monument, the most well kept in Bulgaria according to some pages online, a small Armenian church and that is pretty much it. What they are more famous for is their gardens around the city which is filled with small cafes and dozens of statues and sculptures. They have some small beaches and a pier as well. As the day was planned for Burgas but it was done in mearly 3 hours the rest of the day was still left so we headed of to Sozopol instead of going there on the day after as originally planned. I do however recommend to visit the small but quite interesting cemetary outside the Burgas airport where several old models of planes have been parked for display and visiting. Including a MIG fighter, a Antonov 12 and a Antonov 24 that you actually can walk into and sit in the cockpit. There is also a military helicopter and a big traffic liner that once were carring the Bulgarian olympic team to the Summer Olymipic Games in Atlana 1996. You can easily spend an hour there walking through and watch as the planes slowly decay, the former big metal birds, dominators of the sky.

Sozopol
Now this was the best place in my opinion on the coast. More laid back and not as packed with people trying to sell you everything they possibly can and as a tourist you were let alone. Nice feeling indeed, as you can relax and concentrate on the views instead. Arriving we managed to find a parking place close to the sea where we didn’t have to pay, which is quite unusual, and wondered off to check out the little town along the small harbor filled with fishing boats. It is indeed a town packed with old, beautiful wooden houses and there was especially one that I fell in love with. Old and teared by the wind and rain over the years, it was simply beautiful. Coming in from the “beginning” of the old town the street divides up in three different directions making it easy to wander off from the main path and to follow your own steps without the interference of other tourists and this is how we spent the hours we spent in the little town.

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