Sunny Beach, Bulgaria
|There's a beach over there. Honest.|
A day ago I returned from a week's holiday in Bulgaria. I'll admit it, I'm a little the worse for wear but not as bad as I feared I would be given past experiences in Xanthi and Cyprus.
Bulgaria had been on the holiday radar for a couple of years: cheap, relatively hot and still relatively unknown. Hurrah! Chilled out evenings in a beach side bar without huge groups of pissed up Geordies fresh out of school!
Evening flights from the uninspiring North terminal at Gatwick meant a leisurely trip to the airport only dented by an inconsiderate Chrysler driver. He was obviously on a mission to prove that it's not just BMW drivers that act like utter, utter cunts.
I like departure lounges.
The swindling and overpricing on a preflight pint is outshone by the perpetual daylight and the feeling that time doesn't really matter as much. Weak will and a cheeky smile meant a preflight pint was followed by a double vodka necked as the realisation that our flight was boarding kicked in.
|In the beginning|
Warm muggy air hits you as you leave Bourgas arrivals. It's one o'clock in the morning and still very warm, a tedious coach transfer was made bearable by a couple who didn't seem to know which hotel they were staying at getting on and off the coach repeatedly. Maybe you had to be there.
|Bognor or Bulgaria?|
Exploration of the area basically gives you an 8km beach lined with two almost parallel rows of hotels. All of them huge. This is an area that has been built with the express purpose of tourism.
Sunny Beach is the first place I've been to where the tourism feels manufactured, other places like Italy, Cyprus or Turkey the tourism has sort of evolved around history or natural features. This is probably why there's a feeling of 1970s British seaside resort around the place; as if Skegness suddenly got sunny. The beachside fairground complete with haunted house and mini rollercoaster just needs a Jurassic 3001 to complete the Clarence Pier look.
|Why Portsmouth chose Jurassic Park to give a rollercoaster legacy is anyone's guess|
Obviously, the fairground wasn't of any real interest to us. It was all about the beach and the nightlife.
The beach is lovely and sandy, fight for a decent patch of sand instead of trying to work out who you have to pay to rent a sun lounger. Quite how big the Black Sea is is a bit of a mystery as you dip your toes. Thankfully, the beach isn't overrun by jet skis and boats just a huge number of Russian and German tourists. The evenings are for the pubs and bars. Don't kid yourself thinking there's culture hidden next door to The Funny Pub, Guaba or the ubiquitous Irish pub. Why is it that wherever you are in the world there's an Irish pub? the organised bar crawl is one way to ensure you'll lose one day in bed with a vicious hangover. Blame the 'vodka' it's called Flirt and is, quite simply, evil. Don't believe the ads, you'll be too busy trying to remember your own name let alone do anything else.
It took me four days to remember I'd been in Candybar.
Behind all the hotels and the casinos seems to be a little resentment towards the tourists from Western Europe in spite of the boost we're giving to the economy. It's almost as if the resort has expanded too quickly in too small a space. The hints of Eastern Bloc still shine in the sunlight but soon they'll be swallowed up by the abundance of tattoo parlours and sex shops.
There did seem to be a fascination with tattoo shops and Angry Birds. They are practically everywhere. No sign of any From Russia With Love antics though.
I may have drunk my bodyweight in Kemenitza, got a little sunburnt and banged my head but Bulgaria is alright in my book, nice and relaxed but hectic when you want it to be. I'm looking forward to visiting again. There might be one supermarket I'm not allowed in though.