Continuing My Mongering Travelogue through the Ukraine, Azerbaijan and the Bulgarian Black Sea
Last Chance Saloon
Having had an easy ride in Kiev and Baku I had once more put all my mongering research eggs into one basket by treating the not always dependable, I know, WikisexGuide information as being more or less up to date.
More the fool me. Yes, the world, and certainly the mongering part of Burgas had plainly moved on and what I never got to see and experience out on the streets in Bulgaria’s largest sea port has no doubt followed suit and gone down the same out of sight, behind closed doors more efficient and I suppose a lot more safer for the girls, prostitute managed internet and smartphone route.
Instead of cutting my holiday short and returning home I decided to remain here on the Black Sea giving me from tomorrow only 3 days to find and sample the ripe rich pickings of those allegedly beautiful as in raw, earthy and raunchy, roadside gypsy women.
Gypsy Highway Hookers
Logistically, reports said they ply their trade from the laybys somewhere on the main highway linking the beach resort of Golden Sands 90 miles away, around the Varna area 80 miles away, and from those same laybys on the same highway somewhere near Sunny Beach 23 miles up the coast from where I was. Upskirt flirting, taking facials, CIM and being screwed up the ass, anything goes, apparently.
Under the heat of the glaring overhead sun, naked, I too wanted a piece of the action. This was the very type of Afternoon Delight action that I had travelled so far hoping to sample.
But again logistically, the question now was where to stay? And this time I had to get it right. Even if I had wanted to revisit my old non-mongering haunts in Golden Sands nearly 100 miles away, or try something new by staying in Varna Bulgaria’s second largest city, as well as not having the time on my side now to travel to and from either, the cost of getting there and back by taxi anyway would have been too prohibitive. And as for Sunny Beach, well you see from day one when planning this trip months ago this infamous, as I saw it, beach resort was never going to be part of my travel itinerary, not in a million years. Loud, brash and full of young people, Sunny Beach some say is like the very worst bits of Ayia Napa, Benidorm, Magaluf and any other places I’ve missed out all thrown together so why on earth would an old fuck like me want to go there.
Anyway, decision time, it had to be, in this final hour. While making a slight detour to the bus station on the way to my usual morning routine walk to the far, far grotty end of Burgas Beach,
I saw there was a frequent service to Sunny Beach costing only 6 Lev and while at the same time thinking about my flight home, I found again for the same price from early morning to late at night there was a regular bus service from there to the airport. Having much better beaches surely, and, presumably bringing me closer to those highway gypsy girls, Sunny Beach then it was going to be.
Last Chance Saloon
Checking out of the hotel very early the next day I was already seated and ready to get out of Dodge on the 8am bus service to Sunny Beach, and what was going to be my Last Chance Saloon.
Around 35 minutes later and thinking we were there, we stopped at a place called Nessebar where most of the passengers alighted and my first impression from the bus was this place looked nice with lots of character. Why, why the fuck, I thought, did I not stay here originally.
Continuing inland again to Sunny Beach, we pulled up around 15 minutes later in traffic at the main bus station situated in a quite seedy looking area of town with the usual down and outs which for some reason are drawn like magnets to these places. Being sworn at aggressively for no reason by someone holding a can of something in his hand who I didn’t even bother to make eye contact with, pulling my case on wheels and using Google maps as my guide I managed to locate my hotel after walking for about 10 minutes. Being too early for the room I was able to check in anyway and leave my bags by reception while I went for a walk.
Tacky Beach Resort
From the hotel itself, crossing over a main busy road first, the beach itself was less than 10 minutes walk with the usual open air bars, tacky shops, places to eat themed more on the country origin of the owners than the quality of the food itself, and currency exchange booths enroute. I could have been in any tacky beach resort anywhere in Europe.
And while on that theme of places to eat, advertised by a huge Union Jack flag I just had to stop off for a full English breakfast to celebrate my arrival at Sunny Beach.
Reasonably located, I just wanted somewhere safe and comfortable to stay reasonably close to the beach and for that my aparthotel chosen mainly for its close proximity to the bus station delivered, just about. Paying 65 Euros a night, for that I got a very nice one bedroom apartment unit with a separate bedroom, an enclosed private balcony overlooking the pool down below which I was not brave enough to use, and breakfast included which I didn’t partake due to it starting at the more family friendly time of after 8am being the most crowded time.
Full of young families mixed with the odd group of young single lads who seemed to spend all day sitting around the pool drinking beer, not surprisingly once I stepped out of the comfort of my room here, I felt like a fish out if water.
Unpacking For The Last Time
Finally unpacking for the last time, and finding where the various light switches were, fine tuning the air conditioner temperature in the room and the hassle of just trying to work out how to switch on the TV, getting a little bit tired of all this now, I was glad in away to be more ready now in my mind to return home.
Bus to Nessebar
In desperate need of some quality beach time and thanks to a great receptionist at the hotel, I was pointed in the right direction as to where to catch the town bus back to Nessebar. Catching it just down the road, the single decker bus with everybody inside crushing up against one another cost only 1 Lev 20 stotinki and the shit job of the week must surely have gone to the woman conductress who had the job of having to take the money from everybody and give change. But still, thumbs up for employing somebody and keeping someone in work.