Varna, Bulgaria: Day 1
For the first time on this trip, Immigration woke us up really early to get our passport stamped. Strict rules for this country: You can’t even leave your passport in the cabin. It must be with you at all times, that’s crazy! Starting to understand the craziness around the Arizona law.
Highlight of my morning; Bulgarian police officer yelling at me because I didn’t have a copy of my passport when I passed Immigration. Oh, Fun Times with the Police! I should really consider making a book about confrontations with the police abroad.
The beauty about this port lies next to us. The Beach. Let’s be more specific, a topless beach! This shall be interesting. I guarantee a performance from many of us in this beach. Even though the host student told us not to look forward to that beach we still went in.
We walked around the town, tried to look for a good-looking ATM to get some money out, but no luck. We found this restaurant called Happy, where we had some lunch. Lesson of the day: If the Menu of the restaurant has pictures of the food already prepared, odds are it means the food is microwavable and it will just be heated and ready to be served.
After lunch, we had some retail therapy and entered a Casino. The life of gambling and betting money amazes me sometimes. Reason being, some people strictly believe that they make their own fortune with gambling and stealing; while others believe that hard work will get you to the money making. Which ever you believe in, I’m sure it pays the bills. Just remember that dirty money will always pay the price of something not resposible. Other than that, enjoy!
After a good nap, we head out in search for a bar. Luckily, as abroad college students we can actually sniff those bars in order to find them. Walking by the beach, we found this bar that served us a plate of French fries with white cheese on top and a plate of chicken strips that looked like tentacles. It was really good and interesting to eat to say the least. Later found out it was something else.
Obviously, we can’t forget the Prague Beers that we had and the Lemon-type beer that I tried. The best part about this is that the beers are so cheap compared to America; one bottle (which is a liter) is around $1.50. Awesome, right?
What started as a girl’s night out, turned out to be a party night including club hopping, lots of hot guys, tons of dancing and many many drinks. Our group wanted a place where we could get something to eat before going out and start the night. But, since we never found a good one we walked around and plan everything by ear. We went to this restaurant called Be Happy where we had a few beers, and after that we went to the plaza where we saw some cool break dancers. I’m a gymnast so I know some cool tricks, but these kids were just too great and risky. It was awesome.
The best part about Ladies Night hands down is when a cocktail can easily make you forget your guy troubles. Is not that we dislike men, but we do need some alone time. Ladies night (as well as bro’s night out) is necessary to let your troubles away, enjoy yourself as one person and actually enjoy other peoples conversation/worries; instead of listening to one person complain for the hundredth time. The Bulgarian hotties suggested to go to a Bulgarian Night Club called Copa Cabana. But we ended up at Xtravaganzza because everybody else was there. Since the trip started, I’ve been avoiding going out to clubs where all the SAS people are going because they usually make a fool of themselves. Broken bottles, people singing the American anthem at the entrance, wearing the American flag all over, disobeying the law and disrupting the people around us was enough to feel ashamed to be surrounded by all of them.
We spend the rest of the night at the club where interestingly, the music had a very wide selection, the place was big enough for the amount of people inside and the drinks were okay; but the DJ sucked! I never thought a DJ could suck, I mean all you have to do is queue up the songs and play them. But apparently, that was too hard for him. Why would you interrupt every song by talking, making everybody interrupt their dancing. It doesn’t make sense to me. Anyway, after some belly dancing, some hip hop and other types of songs we decided to head back to the shoreline. Interesting first day/night in Bulgaria.