Surrealist wee-end

This week-end, my coworkers (except the NERD) and I went on a road trip to Sofia. Beginning of a nice travel...we went through a lot of problems during all the zeek-end but they finally appeared more funnny than anything.

First, we had the good idea to leave Plovdiv without any reservation in a hotel...then no surprise if all the gloomy hostels that we visited were full! We searched during at least 2 fucking hours three places for the night and we finally found them in a dirrty, gloomy but free hotel called the Royal Hotel. We were already having a nervous breakdown, laughing for anything a little weird.

Then, after a good restaurant we didn't plan to go to (because the restaurant we wanted to go was NOT where the touristic guide was indicating it, of course), we came back to the hotel...I tried to sleep in a two-places bed with two girls. I said, I TRIED. It was fucking hot in the bedroom...then I tried to sleep on a coach, near the bed...no way, it was fuking uncomfortable. THEN, I tried to sleep on the floor (carrelage, don't know the English word). It was so fucking cold that, at something like 5.00am, I had to go back in the bed where I managed to sleep for one hour...

Guess what? I was fucking on my nerves the morning after!

We went to the Rila monastery, a beautiful building lost in the Bulagarian mountains, in the south of Sofia. I'm not religious but I must admit it was fucking nice.

I'm fed up...I'll tell you the end tomorrow!