Tag: wild things

(No. 1 of the Bulgarian series) We passed Vama Veche – the last coastal village in Romania giving way to Bulgaria – and drove to border control. Being the only non-European in the car, my passport was checked further. I sat with a knot in my stomach. A type of pointless fluttering I’ve felt only … Continue reading Sea at Krapets (Крапец) – A Bulgarian Beginning