Bulgaria, man
me and Mar are in Sophia, Bulgaria right now. after going through a dozen churches today, Mar said, “dude, I think I’ve doubled up on the number of Orthodox I have ever been in.” there’s a lot of them, for sure.
the train ride yesterday from Varna ate dick. this country is roughly the size of Tennessee, but everything gets slowed down in eastern Europe. took like eight or nine hours. the windows didn’t open, I’m pretty sure we doubled back once or twice, and Mar started to hallucinate about Panera. like the restaurant, Panera. weak, Mar.
holy fuck, man, look at this.
our hostel’s alright. called the Backpacker’s Inn, or something. we’re sharing our room with a couple of Israeli spelunkers, who seem to be pretty settled in, so it’s funny; it’s a bit territorial.
that’s about it, man.
parting thoughts: Spencer, remember “Toejam & Earl”?
Smith n’ Josh: what’s your email addresses?
mine is bigj.martin@gmail.com
jesus christ. really? big j?
Ha! What a loser.
smithmr28@yahoo.com
“He said he shot the huge animal eight times with a .50-caliber revolver and chased it for three hours through hilly woods before finishing it off with a point-blank shot.”
“Through it all, there was the fear that the animal would turn and charge them, as wild boars have a reputation for doing.”
that’s what you get for fleeing, lousy pig.