Greetings one and all for Bulgarialand! 8D

It's bloody cold, everything tastes of meat and it is nearly three levas to the pound. This means a hair cut and dye is about seventeen pounds! Woah!

So, of course, one has already taken advantage of that fact! X3 Say goodbye, long and smooth cut, say hello Mohican and bangs. WIN. The chick also dyed it black-blue! Copout, yo!

Skiing is not really much my thing, I have found out. After three hours of solid skiing, I was about ready to die. Weak-willed? Yeah. So I've been chilling out. Reading a damn good book right now! If anyone here is into macabre, blasphemous, dark southern gothic tradgedy angst, then it's perfect! "And The Ass Saw The Angel" by Dave Cole. Wonderful, wonderful stuff!

On the skii slopes, the fist thing I was greeted by were mustachioed men, jangling around cow bells. "Good morninkh! Twenty leva, sooferneer!" (Please excuse the gross misspelling, people here have wonderful accents!) and I haggled with one guy for a small bell. Two leva. Not bad!

The food is mad here. Everything either is meat or severely tastes like it. If you've hung around me before, you will know that meat is certainly not my thing at all! D: So I haven't been eating much. Coca Cola is everywhere here, worse than back in Englandland! The town of Plovdiv (I kid you not) looks very very... Ah... Underdeveloped. Get what I mean? A bit like a bombsite, but not. There are lots of abandoned buildings and people are very poor, so the whole place feels run-down. There are also no seatbelts anywhere! O_O The man driving the coach was speeding like hell, nobody had a seat belt and people were overtaking us at every damned turn. They also drive the opposite side of the road to England, so that was a shock for me. Looking out of the window and thinking that all of the cars were going to smash right into us was certainly no fun.

The hotel, however, is very modern and very nice. It comes alive at about eight in the evening, complete with thumping music and a little Bulgarian man at a keyboard. Lawls.

The spa facilites are wonderful and painfully cheap. Despite the people not speaking much English, it's easy enough to get what you want when communicating with staff.

Ski slopes are mad, mad places. People everywhere, a million different languages, shouting, speeding... A little too hectic for me XDDD;

In other, non-Bulgarialand news, Twilight Princess is the best game to grace my Gamecube evar. Holy crap, I love it! @w@ Everyone is so vocal, which means that my favourite man doesn't shut up. Ever. Especially not during his minute-long screen time... SO FAR OMFG cookies to people who knows who he is XD <3 I'm not quite finished yet, but I definately don't want the game to end! D: *le cry*

Well, my half-hour two leva is running out, so I must bid ye all farewell <3

There will be art back in England. Fuckin' honest X3;

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I think you would like Bulgarialand cuisine XD <3
Once in England, PACKAGE. Forgive me, I suck D: Jingly bells and meat? ;w;
I think you would like Bulgarialand cuisine as well. CARNIVORE! OoO