We awoke at sometime in the morning for a ticket inspection by the
Bulgarian officers. I then drifted back to sleep. At 02:00 or 03:00 we woke
again at customs who checked out passports. We were fine, but our co-travellers
didn’t have proper papers. We found out that they were Turkish actually, of
Greek descent. We then slowly went to sleep again. We then had another tap at
the door later for the Romanian customs. Again, we were fine, but problems with
our colleagues. They had a visa, but a transit one, not a visiting one. I think
the elder one settled it by saying he had a hotel reservation.
We then slept, by 6am my alarm went off, but still no where near.
We got woken up by our Russian carriage hostess. This was at 08:45. We packed
up our bedding and handed it in before getting our belongings and waiting to
disembark. Once we did, the station we entered looked worn, but western. We
made for the exit, and to follow my maps to the hotel. About 5 minutes into our
journey a guy stopped us. Liam was weary. He said not to go any further down
the road, it was ‘Gypsy Town’. We looked perplexed. He said that with the
backpacks, we would look like tourists and will be …(he then motioned a fist
into the palm of his hand to indicate ‘roughed up’) We turned around and went
back to the train station. Luckily I had spare Euro’s, so I changed enough for
a taxi (as the ATM was broke), but when we left the station I noticed the
Metro. We took this to Izvor, then walked around the park to the back of the
Parliament.
It was 09:30 and hot already. We went in to dump our bags, but our
room was ready. This was a very, very welcome surprise. We showered, then slept
right through to 13:50. I was apprehensive about leaving the hotel since the
‘Gypsy Town’ remark. Actually, more about the fist action. However, we walked
up to the river, following it east towards Piata Unirii. To the west was the
Parliament building. It was massive, kind of out of place, but elegant all the
same. It certainly fit into its surroundings, including the boulevard we were
on.
After pictures, we then went to a shopping mall. I guiltily had our 3rd
McDonalds since being here. However, we hadn’t eaten properly since lunchtime
in Sofia. We then walked up one boulevard, past the university, grabbing an ice
cream. The then turned left to where the university library was, onto Piata
Revolutiei. There was the Royal Palace that looked very grand in this well kept
quarter. Turning south, we then saw the now Senate building, but was where
Ceausescu made his ill-fated speech, 4 days before being executed. I expected
the square to be bigger to be honest.
We then walked down to a small arcade of café’s, all supplying
shisha. It was very aromatic. 2 minutes away we located a Turkish restaurant,
which we attended. The food, cocktails and baklava were excellent, but our
dearest meal to date, that being £40 total max.
We then continued south to the
end of the boulevard, then over the river and right to the corner of the
Parliament. That square was the most recent/modern of all we had seen. Even
the 1980’s reconstruction now looked worn. However, everywhere there were
facades of buildings from the time it was dubbed ‘the Paris of the East’, but
they fell into disrepair.
We walked to the front of the awesome parliament, and gazed down
the never-ending boulevard. The Piata in front of us was certainly grand, but
doesn’t to my mind serve any purpose in being that big. We then followed the
perimeter to our hotel.
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