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On the way to Plovdiv we passed taco cart near a large dam lake where we were a little stretched legs. With the sunset, walking along the lake, with every step, sneakers taco cart we devoured taco cart the fine yellow-brown taco cart sand and the wind moving ice that are still held in some parts of the surface of the lake. After about 20 minutes, driven by the wind, we packed back into the car and moved on.
In Plovdiv, we sailed when he was already taco cart black. Our first task was to find a hostel that we have previously taco cart found on the Internet. When we arrived at the right address, the hostel was not. We buzzed around, looked taco cart at each panel, the plate on the door to us any chance, do not miss the sign. After 45 minutes of searching taco cart and testing residents of the surrounding streets, we concluded that the hostel does ie it is closed in winter, so we took a guide and without much philosophizing, taco cart select one of the hotels in the center. Small modest taco cart hotel receptionist wrote out the details in our old socialist taco cart pessaries whose leaves are turning yellow with age. With the keys to a room that can double as a weapon because of the pendant is 10 times greater than the key, metal and has sharp edges, taco cart all at the same time we rushed into the bathroom. I do not know if I mentioned, but there is no typical Bulgarian bath tub, a shower curtain, or at least something that would protect the rest of the bathroom from splashes and water leaks. The bathrooms taco cart are designed so that all the same level of tiles, and during the shower in the shower and the toilet, sink, mirror and yourself taco cart at the same time. After that venture, bathroom is not in operation at least an hour because everything is flooded. But we are taught by the pure shot out of a hotel we are out in the alley, which is only a few minutes walk to the main square taco cart in Plovdiv. Again, we were looking for food, but this time we, for some inexplicable reason, decided to try the Bulgarian fast food restaurant named Godzilla. Not that I think the naked chef, but the food that we got was on the verge of edibility. Disappointed with plum who sings in the background go Blagoevgradska bundle, we left Godzilla tired and headed back to the hotel to get in the way guys spotted an Irish pub, and of course we had to go there for just one beer, which for half an hour turned into two, and I think it was the third speed-drained, but the fatigue taco cart is still not remember. taco cart The owner of the pub was sitting at the bar with his brother, chatting, passed the time until we arrived. Everything happened very quickly, typically talks about Croatia, Ireland, Bulgaria, pub, St 'Patrick's day-in, the life and fate of the Irishman, happiness and youth and taaaakooo us. When Kolya, but here's something behind the counter with his back brljavi for 3o seconds moving wave of thanks from the Irish fit. When they finally taco cart moved away we realized where the source of so much joy. With three clicks of the mouse, taco cart Kolya's Irish brothers involved live stream some important rugby (or football?) Games. Brothers left to enjoy sports games and we get some sleep.
On Monday at 8:30 but we were all on their feet and ready for a tour of Plovdiv. The price of staying in the hotel, we had breakfast included which consisted of bad coffee taco cart that is cooked on the machine behind the reception desk and artificial croissants in cellophane which the girl went to buy time while we waited for a small table that stood crammed into a corner, 2 meters from the front door of the hotel. Three minutes it took us sipped the bitter coffee and croissant to eat and we were already at the car in which we packed all our things and then set off to explore. All shops and cafes and all, but it was closed because it starts working from 10 in the morning so we were actually one of the few who have walked in the city so early.
A kind old gentleman who works in the tourist info center told us that the Plovdiv (formerly taco cart Philippopolis) is the oldest city in Europe. taco cart Star 6000 is one thousand years and that objective, one of the tidiest and most beautiful cities in Bulgaria. That is true because of the Sophia and incomparably beautiful. Plovdiv is also famous for having been in it, at least one part of his life, spent many famous European writers. After a thorough briefing where you Plovdiv and you all should look, we headed respectively. Clock Tower from where the view extends to the entire Plovdiv and the hill where the monument to the Soviet army, Dzhumaya dzhamiya, ulitza Knyaz Alexander I (the main promenade), the remains of a Roman stadium, Church of the Holy Mother of God, Hippocrates Pharmacy, house Lamartine, many galleries with unique and handmade little things and just as many antique shops, the small streets of the old town, have led us to the Roman amphitheater. With tickets priced 3 lv we entered the beautiful building in which we were the only visitors (otherwise fit 6000 people). The sun is warm on the boards of the theater and we like 'what walruses all lay scattered, with thoughts somewhere far away. In the amphitheater, we retain almost taco cart two hours, and after a little spontaneous performances, leaving the old city. Lord of the tourist office recommended us a place for lunch, taco cart the restaurant, Diana. Nice ambij