March 23, 2010
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January 30, 2010
Pleasant surprise today was to read the Guardian’s travel pages where Kapka Kassabova has written a lively piece about visiting the lakeside town of Ohrid in Macedonia. Her grandmother came from there. It’s so close to Bulgaria for a short break. She describes the strolling in the market place browsing the shops for Ohrid lake pearls, fine silver filigree, painted icons, roasted chickpeas, Neopolitan waffles and cherry liqueur chocolates.
Kapka wrote the book called Street Without A Name (Childhood and Other Misadventures in Bulgaria) which is well worth reading if you want to find out more about Bulgaria. She lived in New Zealand and now lives in Scotland.
January 23, 2010
Described on the book jacket as “set in a country that has belonged sometimes to Asia and sometimes to Europe, Solo is a book about lost roots, broken traditions and wasted ambitions – and the ways human beings overcome these failures”.
I’m hoping it will not be too sad.
The author’s website is very intriguing though and I don’t know why or how he chose to write about Bulgaria.
January 23, 2010
I’m now feeling like writing about Bulgaria again and catching up with you all. This is the view from our bedroom window in Kipilovo. It was taken in 2008 though and I haven’t had a chance to get back to Bulgaria. I miss the dogs, the food, the people and the music.
November 23, 2008
The snow has started to fall.
Benji Lanyado has written a good article in The Guardian on Saturday : ‘Where the pound is still sound’.
With sterling collapsing, he asks if anywhere is still affordable. Bulgaria remains the cheapest destination in Europe according to the most recent Post Office holiday costs barmometer survey. Benji recommends Bulgaria for ski slope bargains and I can well believe it.
You can ski at a slope near Sliven (the town next to us) but we’re in the mountains so plenty of opportunity to ski everywhere here.
We went skiing near Pamporovo a few years ago for New Year with a large group of 15 people (including children) and I really loved it. We stayed in a cosy family run hotel in Chepelare. I had a lovely English-speaking teacher and I managed to ski. I wasn’t looking forward to it and was hoping to slope off to the little bistros for hot wine.