Travelling to Sozopol by bus from Sofia give me a window to Bulgaria’s landscape in June, as we crossed though the flat parched landscape along the motorway. The fields were crammed with tall, smiling sunflowers, each straining in the same direction towards the sun. In the distance were hazy blue rolling hills as the bus made it’s way south towards the Black Sea.
My greatest love about travelling is always about connecting with the local people and the generosity and sincerity shown to a complete stranger. I’ve experienced this so many times in Bulgaria in the short time I’ve been here.