8/20 Tuesday
It
seems there’s no way around it. We need to take a bus back to Burgas in order
to buy tickets for our travel to Istanbul. Luckily, there’s a bus every half
hour, and the ride takes a manageable forty minutes. We find our bus agency
near the station and get our tickets. It’s a little fussy because we’re taking
an international trip, but we get it done, and hop on a bus back to Pomorie.
We
decide to take a walk to tour the beaches, lining up our options for swimming. The
beaches are crowded, and most are managed beaches, with wind-proof umbrellas
filling the sandy area. There are free zones on every beach though, so plenty
of people just throw a towel done and settle there. The water looks dark green with a lively surf. As we walk around the point,
there’s a beach at the end of the swimming area, separated from the boat harbor
by a small jetty. There aren’t nearly as many people here, and it looks like
the nicest spot to us.
We
head back to the waterfront promenade to find dinner and enjoy the sunset over
the water. It’s so easy and affordable here, we decide to take advantage of the
fresh fish instead eating salads at home. We find a good restaurant and get an
outside table. The small patch of yard near us acts as a baby soccer field, but
they’re not all screaming and crying, just kicking a ball at us.
After
dinner, we sit on our terrace and have an amaretto. The moon is full, and we
have a view of terracotta roofs with just a peek of the sea. Through the stillness
of the evening, we hear the sounds of crying babies, drifting through the clear
night air. As Prague was full of ringing church bells, and Sarajevo echoed with
the Mullah’s call, so Pomorie nights carry the sounds of overtired, hysterical
children.
1 Video Included
Pomorie Beach
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