Week-end in Varna

This week-end was one of the best ones… We ran away from Plovdiv and its atmosphere (problems with work colleagues). I left the city with Meryl, one of my roommates whom I get along with, and Claire, one of her friends who just arrived in Bulgaria for some holidays.

The trip was quite weird…

We took the train to Varna at 23.05. We had to share our places, as we hadn’t reserved, with two British guys who were in holidays as well in Eastern Europe. They were quite cool: we had a conversation about the sense of the word ‘bourgeois’ in France, which is obviously different from its sense in Great Britain. While in France, it has a bad connotation, in England, it appears to be the contrary: it means classy, in the old-school way. For example, to have a coffee or French wine in London could be considered bourgeois, while in France it’s kind of normal. Anyway, in France, bourgeois means more ‘wealthy freak’. That is, someone who is rich, traditional, conservative, etc. Someone who don’t wanna know!

The weirdest part of the journey was kind of stressing. A policeman arrived in our room and, as he saw that we were obviously foreigners, he asked for our passports in the nice Bulgarian way (loudly). Of course, I didn’t have mine because I’m…. I’m too stupid I guess. Claire hadn’t it as well… The policeman, with whom it was quite hard to exchange because of the language barrier, made us understand that we would have to go through a police control at the next big train station…at 1.00am. This city was Stara Zagora. Of course, as we were kind of drunk, we didn’t mind: the idea to be blocked in a city lost in Bulgaria, in a Bulgarian police station where nobody speaks English at 1.00am while we were supposed to go to the beach was sort of cool… Mmmm, as we arrived in Stara Zagora, we weren’t happy anymore! Fortunately, we had the marvellous chance to have a cool policeman (the one who wanted to check our passport). Before we arrived in Stara, and as we were drunk, we made him laugh in the train; Claire was telling him absurdities in French and English, I was trying to speak in Bulgarian but wasn’t very successful but we were laughing and it just helped to relax the atmosphere, even if I was far from being relaxed…

Finally, at Stara, he just came to us (we were preparing ourselves to spend the night in the fucking police station as there wasn’t trains after…) and tell us to sit down. The train moved from the city: I felt soooo relieved! The guy came to us after so as to make us understand that we HAD to have our passport with us: he was cool afterwards…

We arrived in Varna at 6.00am and spend a wonderful day, lying in the sun, sleeping, smoking and bathing. On the Saturday night, we went to a Bulgarian club (the ‘Momo club’…no comment!) where Sandy Rivera, the Brazilian DJ was having a show. It was such a fucking great music. Drunk on the dancefloor, I enjoyed myself surrounded by fashionistas and wannabe-jet setters’ people. Not the kind of people I like usually but it was so surrealist that it finally seemed cool.

Sunday: shopping. After a few time on the beach, we had to come back at the hotel of Vladimir, a French-Bulgarian guy who became our friend. I felt sad to live this place where I spent such a good week-end…

Right now, I’m in Plovdiv, trying to write an article about L’Oréal and its success…my life is surreal these days.