Chicken

No, I haven’t found a Bulgarian chicken lady. The chicken is me. Yesterday evening, I walked down to the village square with the intent of checking out the small shop in the hope that it carries beer and bread and… I chickened out. It’s a combination café and there were people outside and it was just too much. I came home resolute to learn how to say “good day” and “I don’t speak Bulgarian” in the next couple of days. “Good day” is problematic because there are so many ways and they depend on the time of day and who you’re speaking with because, like French and Spanish, Bulgarian has a polite form and I haven’t yet figured out the most generic and least offensive thing I could say to absolutely everyone.

On the way home, I ran into the owner of the guesthouse at the bottom of the hill, to whom I was introduced at the market on Friday. He speaks basic English and asked me where I’m from and how long I’m staying. When he learned that I came all the way from Canada to Bulgaria for the first time and am committed to three months, his eyes went wide and he said, “Good for you!”

I really should start thinking about getting back to work, even without a decent work station, so I can have a pay cheque on Friday. But I’m more focused on my Bulgarian studies now that I have good internet access now and can easily watch YouTube videos and interact with apps that require an internet connection.

I cannot believe what a difference it makes to be able to read Cyrillic! I am going to do a post about that later because it really wasn’t hard and helps so much. For example, when I got to the village square yesterday and looked to where the store was, I noticed a sign that said магазин — mah-gah-zin. Sounds almost exactly like the French magasin, which is a store. So I knew I was at the right place. When in Teteven the other day, I knew where the food store was before we went in because of a sign that said супермаркет, which literally sounds like supermarket. I’m discovering that there are hundreds, if not thousands, of written Bulgarian words I already understand that is making the language less intimidating.

I’m off to hang my laundry. I suspect I’ll be doing that a lot since I don’t have many clothes… I’m trying to fall into a routine before I get to work in earnest. I’ve been getting up, taking the dogs for their walk, and then coming back to have coffee and breakfast. I’d like to keep that up and then quit work around five to do the afternoon walk. I do have to get back into an earlier routine, though, as I’ve been getting up past nine!

Settling In In Bulgaria

I am living in a small village about an hour southeast of Sofia, Maluk Izvor (Малък извор). There isn’t much here, but there is a small shop and a cafe. Shopping is done in Yablanitsa (Ябланица) about 6KM away.

I’m living in what is very close to my dream house and what I would love to find in Mexico! All I’m missing is an extra bedroom to use as an office.

This is the exterior of the guesthouse. I live on the ground floor. Those windows you see in the white part are in my bedroom.

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The entry hall is the heart of the house. To the left is my bedroom:

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In the middle is the bathroom, and to the right is the kitchen:

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See what I mean about this being my idealised Mexican home? White plaster walls, dark beams on the ceiling, and colourful textiles.

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I have this cupboard for storage as well as hooks behind the door. It’s enough since I didn’t bring much!

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The bathroom is modern and has a huge Mexican-style shower with a rain-type shower head. Good pressure and tons of hot water!

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Here’s the lovely kitchen/sitting room. I wish there was a bigger armoire for storage, otherwise this is close to my dream kitchen!

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Under the kitchen counter are the fridge and washing machine:

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I have access to the whole property. If I go up these slightly scary stairs to the upstairs bedrooms and bathroom:

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I have access to a deck with amazing views!

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Here’s Maluk Izvor:

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This is the main house. It has a really neat layout, but is old and needs a lot of work and a feminine touch. I’m happy to be in the nearly brand new guesthouse.

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My only complaint about the house is that the bed is terrible. But even with that, I was so exhausted that I slept pretty much straight through my whole first night. I cursed my alarm when it went off, but I’d promised Max I’d be ready to go to to town by 9:00. I had coffee and ate a mouthful of trail mix (emergency rations that I’d been lugging all the way from SK!) since I was famished by this point. We took the dogs for a walk before going to town. The walk is straight uphill one way and downhill the other. I am going to get my exercise living here!

Here is Mechka (bear):

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And Mechka’s brother… Sausage (LOL):

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When we came back, Max promptly found me a comfortable chair to lounge in since I’d told him the house was lacking that. Doesn’t this sound familiar? LOL He found me one of those Ikea chairs that are very common and said he would look for something better, but, really, the chair he found is fine. He told me to poke around the property to find anything I’m missing, so when I found a very low stool, I took that to put my feet up.

We just need to work on my office space. Right now, there really isn’t anywhere for me to work, not every temporarily. I was promised a proper desk chair from Sofia in a couple of weeks, but we’ll see if that happens. I’m debating setting up my office upstairs, but will wait to see what sort of routine Max has during the summer as he said he’s here quite a bit and sometimes brings his young daughter with him.

After our walk, we headed to town, where we first stopped at the ATM. I was so disorganised that I hadn’t thought to move money to my travel account or figure out how many leva to take out. I knew I had about 90CAD in the travel account and vaguely remembered that 0.85GBGN was 1CAD. So I figured that I could very likely take out 100BGN. I asked Max if I would get anywhere with that and he said absolutely. The machine gave me my 100BGN without blinking (I’ve since learned that 1CAD=0.80BGN). We then went to a small supermarket where I picked up some basics, but was told to hold off on produce except bananas (which are excellent) since there is a market on Friday mornings and Max would arrange a lift for me. Food prices seemed very low, comparable to Mexico…

I was still in a bit of a daze and so it’s hard to give my first impressions of Maluk Izvor and Yablanitsa. The setting is very picturesque and the houses nearly all have terracotta roofs. It feels a lot like Mexico, but with a language barrier.

Max then had to be off, so he drove me back to the house and headed out. I was not too pleased to be left alone with no internet since I didn’t know  anyone and have almost no language skills, but was otherwise fine and very grateful to have the pets. I’d met the cat by this point, Penghu (sp?) and he fell in love with me and I with him. The minute I sit down, he’s in my lap or curled against me if I’m on my computer. That makes things a lot less lonely. Like in Mexico, I have the front door open the day, so he can come in and out, but he sleeps outside.

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I did my laundry, then crashed for the afternoon. I’m not sure where I found the energy to take the dogs for their walk in the afternoon, but I knew I had a cold beer waiting, so that helped!

Minutes after I got in, I got a visitor, Jenny, a UK citizen who did this gig once and now lives near here in her own house. She just came to introduce herself and to say that she’d pick me up in the morning to go to the market. I was very grateful to Max for setting that up!

I kept checking the internet and rebooting the modem all evening, but had to concede defeat around 9PM.

I didn’t sleep as well my second night (I need to get to Sofia and buy a topper ASAP!), but it still wasn’t bad. I was awake well before my alarm, but have to say I looked forward to being able to have a lie-in today! I had coffee and breakfast and then walked the dogs. They are SO good. They’re not on a lead, so they go off on their own, but they frequently come back to make sure I’m there and if we come to a fork in the path, they wait for me to make a decision. My first night, I actually wasn’t sure how to get home, having been silly and strayed from the path, and when I asked Mechka where home was, she confidently headed off in a direction that looked right, periodically turned back to make sure I was coming, and then sat on the trail to show me this was it. I know non-dog people will smirk at this, but two other Mechka and Sausage dogsitters confirmed that the dogs do this!

Then, I dressed for town. Jenny met me as promised and took me to the market, which felt a lot like markets in Mexico. She helped me buy produce, pointing out what was locally grown and what was not (apparently Greek produce is unacceptable to her because it’s not “local” — I’m pretty sure we’re closer to Greece than I am in SK to Alberta!). So she vetoed my purchases of oranges and apples, but convinced me to try a Bulgarian melon. I was very happy with the quality and price I paid for my produce, including avocados and some sort of hot peppers that just might be jalapeños. Jenny said, “You don’t want those. They’re very hot!” and I had to laugh and remind her that I live in Mexico part-time!

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No, this isn’t an old Mexico picture! 😀 The tomatoes here are MUCH better than in Mexico, to be honest, but a bit juicy for making salsa mexicana.

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We then met with Sarah, another UK expat who did this gig, and piled into Jenny’s car to go to the nearby town of Teteven (Тетевен), the nearest place I could get a SIM card. Jenny gets by in Bulgarian, but is cell phone clueless. She took me to a shop where I bought a SIM card and pay-as-you-go data plan, but, to be honest, I have no idea what I have or how long it’s good for. It was ridiculously cheap, though (29BGN for a SIM card and two 1GB top ups), so I’ll get more if I need it and at least I had something to tide me over until the landline internet got fixed… except that, like on Isla, I don’t have cell service at the house!

It was then time for a snack. Jenny had some sort of crême brulée thing while Sarah and I had ice cream. It’s HOT and humid here, as bad as Mazatlán has ever been for me, so we were pleased to sit in the shade with a cool treat! I must have come close to the correct word for chocolate when I ordered my ice cream because the man just pointed to a cone and a cup to see which I wanted (I said “chockolat” and it’s “shokolad”). Normally, it’d be a cup, but considering how much exercise it is to live in the mountains, the waffle cone didn’t feel like an excess. 😉

I was then taken to another little supermarket and helped in purchasing a few more things that I’m missing. I’m surprised that Bulgarians appear not to eat mustard. I’d mentioned mustard as being part of my shopping list and Jenny was listening as that was the ingredient that made her choose the shop she did. All they had was Dijon, though, no yellow mustard. Better than nothing, although I like to have both in the fridge! I didn’t want to buy meat since we had a long car ride ahead, but the meat didn’t look scary and I will buy some next time I go to Yablanitsa. I have salami, cheeses, yoghurt, and beans for protein until I get to that point.

My Bulgarian skills are completely non-existent and the language sounds alien so anything anyone tells me doesn’t stick. I’m doing a lot of smiling and shrugging while looking to my Bulgarian-speaking companions for help. I look forward to going shopping on my own so I can take my time reading labels. So many ingredients have names that are similar to French or English that I can muddle through that way. Jenny seems to speak sufficient Bulgarian but doesn’t read it, which amazes me! I am frustrated that the dictionary I bought for my phone requires web access and will look for an offline one. I did find a Bulgarian to English phrase book in the house library that will help me until I find something better. Thank goodness I took the time to learn how to read Cyrillic! I can scan the book for the English phrase and then read the Bulgarian exquivalent or point to it if I’m not sure of the pronunciation (words like bread and eggs are tough).

Today was the first time in a very long while that I was in no rush to get up. I dozed until 9AM, when Sausage literally knocked on the front door to demand his morning walk! I am very sore and exhausted from all the walking I did in London and the terrain here is challenging. So I had kind of hoped to do a partial rest day and only take the dogs out in the afternoon, but they wouldn’t let me get away with that! I took them up and then came back down to have coffee and breakfast. I had just put on my second cup of coffee when the dogs started barking. I checked the road and saw someone parked right in front of the house and standing at the gate. Mr. Internet Repairer! Woohoo! He rattled off something that included internet and I apologetically stammered out what I hoped meant “No Bulgarian” (I was close…). I took him upstairs to where the modem is and he fiddled with it for close to a half hour. Then, he turned to me and said, “Internet!” before stammering out “Router problem.” I checked my connection on my laptop and cheered when my emails started to pour in! I thanked him about four times as I guided him back to the gate.

And then, it was time to catch up with what I’ve missed since going offline… 🙂

I know that now that the internet issue is sorted, I will be very happy here. The setting is idyllic, I love the house and pets, and I’m not at all feeling closed in at living in such a rural area. It makes for a very small and very manageable world to learn. I have met one Bulgarian neighbour who does not speak a lick of English, but who seems very friendly. I learned one new word in our introductions, “dobre,” which means okay or good. I will make an effort to try to learn a new phrase or word every day and see what sticks.

Now that you’re all caught up on Bulgaria, prepare to return to London briefly!

 

 

London to Sofia

Before I get caught up, I want to thank everyone who expressed concern at my not checking in. I think I finally have proof that the Internet is sentient and hates me since I landed right as the local Internet connection point got hit by lightning and shorted out! Since I got in very late, there was no time to get me set up with a SIM card in Sofia, which we didn’t feel there was a huge rush to do since we thought there would be Internet at home. The next day, we were promised the internet would be back up by the middle of the afternoon. But then, there was a problem with my connection at home and getting online took much longer than expected. What did we ever do before the days of instant communication?! I am touched that Croft was all set to command a rescue operation! 😀

So London to Sofia!

I made the mistake of buying an airport transfer with my plane ticket. It seemed like a decent price and convenient as it would pick me up at Baker Street and take me right to Luton airport, which seemed difficult to get to. But when I tried to get confirmation on where to be picked up at Baker Street and around what time, my airline contacts said they couldn’t help me and I had to figure it out on my own! I had no idea what to Google and decided to just go back to Victoria London and take the coach there.

My exhaustion was catching up with me Wednesday morning and getting up and going was sheer agony. Packing was an ordeal since I forgot several things I needed and had to repack several times! I finally managed to leave my Airbnb at 11:00, with the aim of being at Victoria London for my 12:30 bus. I didn’t fly out till 4:30, but the bus information said to take the bus four hours before my flight.

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I loved my set of keys in London. Look at the old fashioned room key!

At Victoria London, I turned in my Oyster card and got almost £10 back in unused balance and also my deposit. The latter confused me since I got to keep my Oyster card. I do have an Oyster post in the queue, but I know you’re all more curious about Bulgaria, so I’ll do the Oyster later.

By the time I’d stopped for a ham and cheese croissant and coffee, it was noon. I had to walk a few blocks from the train station to Victoria London coach station (very well marked). So by the time I got to my bus platform and bought some water, it was coming on 12:30. Perfect timing!

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The bus ride took a full two hours, most of it spent stuck in London traffic.

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You have to wear a seatbelt on UK coaches.

It would have been much cheaper and faster to make my own way from Kensal Green on the Overground and then a few buses, but I did enjoy seeing other parts of London and not having to worry about navigating.

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That fuel is about 2CAD per litre or 6USD per gallon.

Most of the people on the bus did not pay attention to the note that said to take the bus four hours prior to your flight and got to the airport within 20 minutes of their flight taking off. There were a lot of very angry and rushed people on that bus!

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UK motorways look a lot like interstates in the US and highways in Canada. I was on the right side of the bus and couldn’t see much signage, but I did catch one that showed that there was Starbucks and McDonald’s at the next exit.

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Crappy caravan/RV park? Sales lot? I wish I’d had my camera ready when I passed a house in Hampstead with a HUGE 5er parked in its teeny driveway!

I wasn’t flying out till 4:30, but I was also nervous as I didn’t get into the aiport until almost 3:00 since the airport parkway was a driveway and nothing was moving. I let all the truly rushed people off when we finally reached our stop, then set off at a fast clip myself. I’d already done web check in, but the fine print said that, as a non-EU resident, I still had to go to the departure desk to show that I had all the correct travel documents. That went smoothly, although I fear for the UK education system… I was asked how long I plan to be in Bulgaria and when I said 85 days, the woman sharply told me that, as a Canadian, I need a visa to be in Bulgaria longer than 90 days. “But 85 days is less than 90…” I replied. The clerk did a double take and said, “Oh, yeah. Right.” Oh, boy… She gave me a physical boarding pass and I was cleared to go to security.

Wizz Air and its insane baggage policy will also get its own post, especially since I beat them at their own game by exploiting a loophole that people will want to know about. My host here, Max, flies Wizz Air all the time and did not know about this loophole, so it’s worth sharing.

Security was relatively painless, but my electronics bag is packed really tightly and it’s a pain to get my computer and iPad out. Other than that, I got through very quickly, with no secondary check. I am going to get myself a very thin cloth bag to hold my electronics and liquids when I go through security. I thought of packing one so I’d have a shopping bag, but forgot. I’m sure I’ll find something locally.

I had just enough time to grab a bite to eat before embarking, but all the fast food options had egg or mayonnaise. Even all the sushi had an egg centre! What?! I ended up finding a very good noodle bowl at the sushi place, something not too heavy, but still sustaining.

And then, it was time to go to departure. I’d paid the extra for priority boarding (hint at the loophole), but that ended up being a joke since we were all crowded into an area on the tarmac for about 20 minutes in the whipping wet and cold wind while they got the plane ready for us. When we were finally able to board, I was pleased that they have both rear and forward access doors since my seat was right at the back.

The flight was uneventful.

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The bottom line is Bulgarian. I could understand the second word as being that for life vest because it is so close to the French word.

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Apple Photos says that this picture was taken over Hammersbach, Germany!

There was no free beverage service and I’d neglected to buy a bottle of water before getting on the plane. So I bought a meal for 6 euro (drink, sandwich, and free chocolate bar) so that I’d have something to eat when we got closer to Sofia seeing as I was fairly certain I wouldn’t have a chance to eat when I arrived (I was correct). I used my Visa for that, but when I asked for a bottle of water later, they said I could pay with £2 worth of British coins, which was very convenient. I didn’t end up with too much British cash left, thankfully!

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Gornya Baths natural mineral water… Google tells me the last line says “for every day use.” 🙂 A good example of how I can read Bulgarian and understand a bit of it, but that being able to read does not mean understanding!

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This is the first time I saw the city name of Sofia in Cyrillic! It’s the first word in the clear line. София.

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I don’t eat candy bars anymore, but my sandwich and water came with one, so who was I to say no to free chocolate?! I had no preference and told the flight attendant to give me whatever. I have now had Scottish, Canadian, US, and Bulgarian Snickers. 😀 These are such a rare treat for me that I actually remember buying one in Scotland all those years ago! That red word on the label in the yellow area is literally pronounced “sticker.” 🙂

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Flying into a sunset as we approached Bulgaria.

We’d left about 20 minutes late and so were a little late coming into Sofia.

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I’m really here!!!!!!!

I’d told Max to be there for 10PM. It was 9:50 when I got in line for passport control after taking a bus from the plane to the terminal.

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It would have been much quicker to just walk from the plane to the terminal than to wait for the bus to fill. But it was nice to be greeted with a bus after being made to stand on the tarmac at Luton and then walk to the plane!

The queue was long, but moving quickly since most of the folks in the queues were either EU residents or Bulgarian citizens. I’d had several people tell me that Bulgarian authorities are very thorough and that I should have my address in Bulgaria, proof of health insurance, and proof of a ticket out of the country handy. I had everything, but that last bit. Well, I got asked how long I was staying, the purpose of my stay, and told welcome! It was faster than a good return into Canada! But to be fair, in both the UK and Bulgaria, passport control and customs are separate procedures while in Canada, it’s one.

I didn’t have to wait for luggage, nor did I have anything to declare, so once I was through passport control I breezed through the “nothing to declare” line and found myself in the arrivals area, where my host was waiting with a sign. It was exactly 10PM!

It was already very dark, of course, so I didn’t see much as we drove through Sofia and then got on the highway towards Yablanitsa. We stopped for fuel, which was much cheaper than in the UK. We arrived at the village at just past 11:00… as the power went out. It was dark. Max sorted out a flashlight and candles and did his best to show me around in the dark. The yard felt like a tripping hazard because of the cobblestones and I was really grateful that the power didn’t take long to come back on so I could properly see where I would be staying. More on that in a future post, too. 🙂

I met my dogs Mechka (bear) and Sausage, a sister and brother pair, who recognised me as the new housesitter and promptly adopted me. It was pretty much love at first sniff on their side and first cuddle on my side! Max made me a cup of tea and then I headed to my place to unpack, have a hot shower, and make sure I could get going in the morning since he was going to take me to “town” first thing to get some essentials before hurrying off on holidays. Unfortunately, the Internet was down…