Burgas

Have left Carl and Kevin in Sozopol and hope that they get away in time. That they locate their spectacles, their cellphones, their passports before the day is over and before, ohdear, they will have to have another Gammel Dansk!

We have checked the bus timetable from Burgas to Istanbul and I plan to take the bus from the bus station at 11.40, according to Internet. The taxi driver says that is wrong and he knows a better place to take the bus. I keep insisting that I have taken the bus twice from the bus station. So we get there and the bus station is no more. Found a metro office and the bus only leaves tonight. So we end up at his bus station. Bus leaving at 12.30 and about 2/3 of the price.

Time on my hands so doing a little Burgas excursion. Walked along a wonderful promenade and picked up this bit of information

I also read that there is an island 6 km away with a monastry. The winter of 1928 was so severe the sea iced over and the people of Burgas could go by carriage to the island!

This is the "bridge"