Saturday, 19 January 2013

Fellow Bulgarians: Complain Less, Travel More!


Money not only runs the world, it also runs the people. 

I don’t normally address a whole nation, but today I am. It's just one of those days.
As you can see in the blog title up there, I am Bulgarian, and up to my 20th birthday, I lived in Bulgaria. I’m not the biggest patriot, but I do have fond memories and am always happy to go back… on a holiday. Bulgaria is a very beautiful, picturesque touristy place. 

But it’s also a place where the average person is not quite content with their life. I recently came across a social study where they asked people of different nations how happy they were on a scale of 1 to 10. Bulgarians scored next to last.

Thursday, 17 January 2013

Photo of the Week: Wacky Wonderland Clock


I found this wacky clock in a hair salon on Via Tripolitania (Rome, Italy). It's called Sonam Lama and it's run by the sweetest Indian women. The clock was a salon-warming present. I keep expecting the Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter to jump out of somewhere, and throw me a tea party for my Unbirthday. It can happen!

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

Introducing: Sunday Strolls (Photo Blog)


I'm a big fan of blog themes, as long as they're inspired, not just there for the sake of themes.

For example, there is little joy in doing a theme done a thousand times, unless it inspires you to create something new. On the other hand, the more personal a theme, the more connected you feel to it. Case in point: in the summer of 2012 I came up with a new tradition, and time transformed it into a weekly pleasure. Ever since, I've been dying to turn in into a blog theme (hoping that won't suck the joy out of it).

And today's the day I unleash it. I called it Sunday Strolls because it reflects the essence of my ritual. Every Sunday, I go out (wherever I am in the world), and take a random walk around the town/city, or even go to surrounding areas, and collect treasures, a.k.a. photos. It's like synchronicity: sometimes the photos will be very random and plain, but every once in a while, I'll come across a jewel...

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

The Extreme Sport of Evading Transport Control


Anyone who travels tends to do one extreme thing or another...
Some sky dive.
Others hitch-hike.
I evade transport control.
It all started when I was studying in Sofia (capital of Bulgaria). Even though a student card for the public transport (mostly bus) was only 10 levs (5 euro), I was sometimes too cheap to buy tickets OR cards. Why would I when most people would leave a stamped ticket for you on the seat?! Yep, we are that cool! And if you don’t find yourself a ticket, the fine is 10 levs again. 5 euro’s not too bad. Then I moved to study in the UK (Canterbury), and all of a sudden I didn’t need transport. Everything was 10 minutes away! But when I moved to London in 2012, things changed…

Monday, 14 January 2013

Low-Cost #Airlines in Europe: WIZZAIR VS. EASYJET


When I was a student in the UK, I mostly traveled with EasyJet.

For those of you who don't know it, EasyJet is a British Airline, quite the choice for the budget traveler in Europe. You can find tickets at great prices, even if it is last minute high season traveling you're doing. 

Well, mostly. 

For me, it was the cheapest and most convenient airline choice. But... it was a little strict for my taste. Granted, airlines are supposed to have set rules and enforce them, to avoid chaos and mayhem. But the one thing I could never accept was the 20 kg. limit for the check-in luggage. I mean, 20 kg. is nothing!

Sunday, 13 January 2013

Bulgarian Birthday, Roman Style FTW!


I’ve been itching to start a travel blog, and now I have! On my Birthday. Oh yeah.
In Italy, it goes like this:
Auguriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. (Happy Birthday!)
Grazie. (Thanks!)
My last few birthdays were all celebrated in England where everything closes at early hours, so I always favored a house party with close friends… which of course ended up as a freaky all-you-can-drink event with strangers showing up and things disappearing. But those are stories for another time…
This year I celebrate in Rome. If you’re wondering what I'm doing here, read this.