VarnaSeptember 1, 2017 in Bulgaria
I managed to score a lift from Ternovo to Varna with a Dutch guy who had a car, which made a nice change from public transport. I had booked a hostel in Galata, a town just south of the city, intending to do not much more than relax on the beach. The hostel was really just some guys summer house that he had opened up to backpackers and I had pretty much the entire place to myself, which suited me just fine. The resident dog accompanied me on my beach trips and to the one resturant in the village to eat the days catch of Black Sea mussels, mackerel and anchovies, giving me all the company I needed. As I slow down at the end of my trip the exhaustion is setting in and I enjoyed afternoon naps, early nights and sleep-ins.
Galata was a sleepy little town, but was a great change of pace, providing me with endless plump and ripe grapes overloading countless vines overhanging the footpath and that rarest of European commodities - an untouched, clean and pretty sand beach. I did make it into Varna for a look around on my second day there and found a pretty pedestrianised centre hosting the dwindling summer crowds. It was a nice place, but I was happy to get back to the tranquility of Galata.Read more