By kolibrarium on Skatehive
My alarm went off at 6 a.m. on a Sunday. Taking a day trip from Sofia to Plovdiv was entirely my own idea, which means I had nobody to blame but myself. Sleepy, tired and in a desperate need for coffee ☕ to keep me alive I proceeded with my travel plans. Outside it was gray, dark, and the kind of peaceful that only happens before a city wakes up. A few teenagers were still out, clearly not done with their Saturday night, looking significantly more alive than I felt. I made my way to the bus station expecting a proper intercity coach. What pulled up was a small minibus that had clearly lived a full life across multiple countries and was not particularly concerned about it nor about the safety of its passengers. But hey, this is Balkans, baby. I am sure the word "safety" is nowhere to find in a dictionary. This is Balkans, baby! 😐 Two hours later I have arrived from Sofia to Plovdiv, a second biggest city in Bulgaria. Plovdiv: What You See Is Not What You G