I was kind of depressed, walking around the authentic streets raped by the fake-ness of the tourist industry.

I started walking into the darkness, up, up, up she goes!

Walking up to the dark piece of history embracing the mountains felt really powerful.

(Ok, maybe I was a tiny bit afraid.)

The windy sleep was short but powerful, and the view made it all up.

Found my lost sock on the way down.

I showered in the sea,

picked up my luggage in the bus station.

Thumbs up.


On following map you can see my itinerary.
Follow the marks from Bulagria to Belgium and click on them to see a short story and ways of transport.
During this trip, I lived more or less for 3 euro per day. Hell YEA!