• The End of Solo Travel

    As I’m about to leave Bulgaria and head back home, I have something to confess: I’m done with solo travel. It’s not that it hasn’t been fun or that I haven’t learned a lot from it, it’s just that it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. If you spend any time reading some of the popular travel blogs, you’ll find articles about how solo travel is great and that really, it’s the only way to travel. Many of these articles will tell you you’re missing out on a new culture by going with a friend, since you don’t get to completely immerse yourself in a culture.

  • Shopping for Housewares and Epic Baked Potatoes

    Laura and I left in the evening of the 18th to make our way – fumbling – to Varna. Broken Bulgarian and several scares about being on the wrong bus later, we pulled up in the bus station in Varna and a short taxi ride away from my hotel and her soon-to-be-home. Laura has done a very gutsy and respectable thing in my book… She’s moving here. A series of unfortunate events left her with nothing but wanderlust and an eye on a new life and having spent a few weeks in Bulgaria earlier this year, she decided volunteering for Balkan Heritage and finding her own path was the life…

  • Goodbye Emona Dirt Roads, Hello Sozopol Nights

    We have driven down the treacherous 8km stretch of land – generally referred to as road around Emona – that connects Emona’s remoteness to the coast’s highway for the last time. A quick album cover shoot and a send-off from the hostess of the local pub and we left for Sozopol, another coastal town along the Black Sea. It feels very bizarre to be somewhere where we see other people walking down the road instead of donkeys, cows, and wandering horses.